The clearing of renewal
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Ongoing5m
Last published Tue, Nov 11, 2025
Hello, this is the first time I am publishing a work, and there may be mistakes, so please be indulgent with me. I apologize in advance for any mistakes, as English is not my native language.
Warning: What I write is very graphic and may shock, hurt sensitivities, or trigger some people. Please make sure to read the tags carefully, and if there are other tags to add, please let me know.
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In this clearing illuminated by fireflies, full of greenery, surrounded by trees with a stone hotel at its center, the child kneels.
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