Unfortunate
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- Chapitres 9
En cours d'écriture46m
Dernière publication lun., août 21, 2023
"My goodness! Young master, get down from there!" exclaimed the elder as he gazed up at the extraordinary sight unfolding before his eyes. Perched atop the lofty branches of a majestic tree, a little boy with tousled red hair cast his eyes upon a breathtaking tableau. The sun, radiant but gentle, painted the scene with warmth, its rays illuminating the world below without a hint of scorching intensity. Birds, like winged notes of a harmonious symphony, danced through the air with uninhibited grace, while the bustling streets below pulsed with the rhythm of life itself.
"It's perfect," whispered the boy with a serene smile, as if he had discovered a secret haven hidden within the embrace of nature itself. This moment, this ethereal vision, seemed to encapsulate an idyllic ending, a canvas painted with perfection.
"I finally found it, the perfect burial place."
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