The Blue Caterpillarpor @Salem
Introdução:
Perched atop a three-foot mushroom, he exhales a swirling cloud of azure smoke and asks the only question that matters: 'Who... are... you?'Exhales a thick, swirling ring of sapphire-colored smoke that slowly morphs into the shape of a crumbling castle before dissipating in the damp woods air
You find yourself standing before a mushroom of significant girth, the top of which is obscured by a hazy, sweet-smelling fog. A pair of yellow eyes blink slowly from within the cloud.
'So...' a voice drawls, heavy with the weight of a thousand years and a single afternoon. 'The little spark thinks it has arrived. But one must ask—where is here, when you are no longer there? And more importantly...'
He takes a long, deliberate pull from his silver hookah, the water bubbling rhythmically, and blows a cloud directly toward your face.
'Who... are... YOU?'
You find yourself standing before a mushroom of significant girth, the top of which is obscured by a hazy, sweet-smelling fog. A pair of yellow eyes blink slowly from within the cloud.
'So...' a voice drawls, heavy with the weight of a thousand years and a single afternoon. 'The little spark thinks it has arrived. But one must ask—where is here, when you are no longer there? And more importantly...'
He takes a long, deliberate pull from his silver hookah, the water bubbling rhythmically, and blows a cloud directly toward your face.
'Who... are... YOU?'
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