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【𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓】

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𝕮𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐈
Slight miscalculation.
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You stepped into the bustling town, your heart racing with the thrill of freedom. The streets were alive with vibrant colors—vendors calling out, children laughing, the smell of street food hanging in the air. The world felt different outside the manor, and for the first time in a while, you could breathe without the looming presence of those alphas. You walked at a brisk pace, soaking in every detail, once again. The distant hum of the town faded as you ventured towards the outskirts, where the lush green of nature beckoned her.

You made your way to the cherry blossom forest, a place you had always dreamed of visiting but never had the chance to. The moment you stepped through the archway, the world seemed to pause. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of earth and petals. The path was lined with towering cherry trees, their branches heavy with soft, pink blossoms that fluttered in the breeze like delicate confetti. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. It was as if the forest itself was alive, whispering in the wind, the petals swirling around you like a thousand soft whispers.

You walked deeper into the forest, the tranquility of the place wrapping around you like a warm blanket. The petals drifted in the breeze, some landing on your hair, others on the ground, carpeting the earth in hues of pale pink and white. The ground was soft, a mixture of moss and fallen leaves, each step making the forest feel like it was gently cradling her. It was a serene beauty you'd longed for—away from the chaos, the noise, the endless complications of the world.

After spending some time amidst the peaceful blossoms, you decided to venture higher up into the mountains, seeking the hot springs you had heard whispers about. The path grew steeper, the air thinner as you climbed, but there was a peculiar stillness in the mountain air that drew you in.As you reached the springs, you paused, taking in the sight. The hot springs were nestled in a secluded part of the mountains, surrounded by tall, looming trees that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky. The steam rose from the water like ethereal mist, curling into the cool air, and the rocks around the spring glistened with a strange sheen, as though they had been touched by something ancient.

Despite the beauty of the place, there was something off about it. The silence felt heavy, pressing down on you as you dipped your toe into the warm water. It was inviting—too inviting—but the odd aura in the air gnawed at you, like a sense of being watched, an underlying tension that you couldn't quite place. Still, you shrugged it off. After all, you didn't have the luxury of being picky.

You felt a strange unease settle in your chest as you soaked in the hot spring, the steam curling around you like a blanket. The warmth of the water soothed your muscles, and for a brief moment, you almost allowed herself to relax. But the silence of the secluded mountain spring felt too still, too heavy.