The forest loomed even more darkly as she approached. Though she listened intently, she heard no birdsong, no squirrels or rabbits rustling through the dead leaves. There had been bees back in the meadow, she thought, uneasily, and glanced back. Butterflies gleamed like jewels as they flitted about the flowers.
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Date: 2025-03-24 03:30 am (UTC)There had been bees back in the meadow, she thought, uneasily, and glanced back. Butterflies gleamed like jewels as they flitted about the flowers.