I was walking lost in the forest. Wounded and forgotten. They were staring at me through the trees. Hope was gone. I thought it was my end. But finally a safe place, built from the ashes of what we were, standing so high, almost touching the sky. A pagan temple for weak souls. A mausoleum where Empathy is buried. Nothing enters. Nothing leaves. I’m safe inside, but what is the price? Breaking free is all I want. I don’t care if I’ll bleed again, take me back to the forest!
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