I am the one that gives the wind permission to breeze through your hair. I am the one that gives flowers their scent. See I am the one that gives life to the plants and animals. You can tell that I am important but actually who am I? This is my story.
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There are whispers of a monster in the woods. What happens when said monster saves your life?
TRIGGER WARNING FOR R*PE/ABUSE PLEASE IF THESE ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS FOR YOU READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.