The sweet surrendering scent of the morning dew filled the forest with a scent that did not belong on earth. Periwinkle leaves from the tall trees lay scattered on the forest floor; there was a sound like dried cereal being crunched underfoot, pushing their papery remains deep into the soft soil. The autumn sun bloomed into the pale sky with a warm mellow glow, casting brilliant rays onto the trees around her. But don't let the forest's serenity deceive you... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~ Arctic ~ 18 ~ Neko ~
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