The stone stele was not a prohibition, but the forest's enduring longing for her. Those long-past days had never truly faded, and continued to flow within the rings of the trees. From that moment on, every rustle of leaves in the wind became a gentle call to the guardian.
Elegant
107
Fresh
17
Sweet
17
Sexy
51
Cool
18
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