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As i entered the bleak emerald forest the wind whistled like it was trying to whisper it's song, it was dusk, the nocturnal animals had risen from the dorment daylight state and were prowling like a restless army of hell. The waterfall cascaded from the steep rock like the long wavy hair of an aqua maiden. it's a legend 'they' are here on the 31st of october every year, many don't believe it but i do, afterall i am one of them now, trapped in this eternal void of misery because the 31st of october is the day i died.
As i entered the bleak emerald forest the wind whistled like it was trying to whisper it's song, it was dusk, the nocturnal animals had risen from the dorment daylight state and were prowling like a restless army of hell. The waterfall cascaded from the steep rock like the long wavy hair of an aqua maiden. it's a legend 'they' are here on the 31st of october every year, many don't believe it but i do, afterall i am one of them now, trapped in this eternal void of misery because the 31st of october is the day i died.
