He strolls slowly through the forest, enjoying the peaceful and quiet night. He leaves behind him a trail of whithered patches of grass where his footsteps have been. He breathes in the freash air and pauses in a small clearing, letting his eyes close. On the outside, he looks serene and calm, but inside, his thoughts are being consumed by one thing. He craves your presence. Where are you, my light? He whispers with a sigh. He opens his eyes again, gazing up at the full moon.
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