ÐǮȝ ꟼ cᵙ⏚Ș

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An open field, filled to the brim with flowers of every size, shape, and color, lies along the island's western coast beyond the quarry. It's truly a beautiful sight, created by a combination of fertile soil, ample moisture, and a number of species of flower imported by the miners thriving due to fortuitous evolutionary advantages over the local flora.Bees and butterflies are common sights in this area, busily collecting pollen and nutrients.
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ÐǮȝ ꟼ cᵙ⏚Ș

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((and she still ran
he still followed
and followed
followed))


she trampled flowers
running
heard him do the same.
running
She was running still but he never stopped running after her, she was going to die.
never stopping
Her lungs screamed
she screamed as she turned and fired bullets
please
her gun threatening to run from her grip
i don't want
Still running.
to die
Ever, always running.
her feethurt
and she continued to scream

The calm ocean absorbed her cries into a hug
smothering

Ever present, the green figure
((Blaine Eno continued elsewhere))
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