As the moon gazed down at the straw, it was consumed by a desire to behold the latter in a state of unbridled happiness, with its delicate fibers swaying gently in the breeze and its soft, golden hue radiating a warm, sun-kissed glow. However, the sliver of straw itself was beset by anxiety, its delicate tendrils quivering with concern as it worried about the triple affirmation of its existence: would it be crushed beneath the weight of a careless footstep, or dried out by the scorching rays of the sun, or worse still, torn asunder by the rough hands of a careless child?
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Two iterators in a chamber (Rainworld fan fiction)
FanfictionSliver of straw and looks to the moon both have feelings for each other! What will they do when they are in the same chamber?
