The burst of colors were a last swirling fling before the trees went into the final cycle.
It was an order Kirby accepted—birth, growth, decay, rebirth.
The Art of Deception
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The damp air, fat as a soaked sponge, the flickers of light filtering through the trees, the swirl of the oncoming autumn made it all a fine day, in Connor’s opinion,
to tromp around the wood following the hawks.
Shadow Spell