She grabbed his arm and dragged him down the street. The crowds blurred until he only focused on his friend's enthusiasm.
"I had to trust in myself. I had to trust in nature. I had to trust that everything will work out." Her hands tightened around the walking stick. "That trust is what you'll need more than anything."
Life existed beyond the gilded city, the wall, and the forest.
I don't fear heights. I don't fear the dark. I don't fear tiny spaces. ...and I definitely don't fear spiders.
She stands on the barren soil, gazing into the nothingness.
What is your wish for love?
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