In the shadowed forest glen, where moonlight weaves its silvery spell, I, the fox wordsmith, come to play. With a twinkle in my emerald eyes and a flourish of my crimson tail, I beckon you to join me in a dance of words and wonders.
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Story by Silvergloshss
Angels Never Die
Avora wakes up in a world full of giant trees and dangerous creatures. She doesn't know who she is, where she...
