Me: I'm just write before my imagination runs dry.
(Shadow's mansion, Weiter day, 9:52 A.M.)
The sun, the red bright ball in the sky, was just rising above a hill, seeping out it's rays onto the kirsche blossom tree. Falling rosa petals swirled in the light breeze, onto the soft muzzle of a blue hedgehog, alseep in his lover's arms. Light was coming into the room, the window wide open, letting in Mehr of their rosa visitors, as they filled the bett and floor of the room, circling around the two, Liebe still in the air from the night before.
Last night, the two retired to bett early, exaghsted from...
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