The bright, sunny day shone down onto the woods. Flowers, larger than that of a man, blossomed. A white tulip, pink rose and blue gentian. The flowers were arranged in a triangle, all standing tall and strong. As the flowers bloomed, faster than any earth plant, three toddlers we're curled up inside. Inside the tulip was a white-haired, pale girl; wearing a flowing dress of white that reached her ankles with long fitted sleeves. Inside the rose was a pink-haired, slightly tanned girl: wearing a pale pink tank top with bishop sleeves, and a flamingo pink skirt that reached her knee caps. In the gentian was a black-haired, pale girl with a single streak of blue in her fringe. She wore a sleeveless, white shirt, tied up in a knot at the base just enough to see the bottom of her naval and a pair of black shorts. All three toddlers were asleep and lacked shoes or socks. Slowly, each of them opened their eyes; the tulip child had eyes of gold, the rose child had eyes of fire and the gentian child had eyes of cherry blossoms.
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Pain and Punishment
FantasyLife is painful, life is fun. What will these sick friends and enemies get up to during their eternal lives?