Happy Life
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- O... O-oh-oh... - Myco says uncertainly, realizing that some kind of reaction is expected from her here. - What a horror... What happened here... Could it be a mass suicide...?
It looked realistic, but she didn't understand the meaning of the rotten fruits made of papier-mâché - apparently, it's a local legend.
If there's nothing for the eye (or nose) to focus on, she moves on.
Do souls exist? And if I find one?
It looked realistic, but she didn't understand the meaning of the rotten fruits made of papier-mâché - apparently, it's a local legend.
If there's nothing for the eye (or nose) to focus on, she moves on.
Do souls exist? And if I find one?
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
