< Darkening Skies > ~ A Fantasy Roleplay

Rose sat atop a tree, reading poetry while petting Gold, her cockatoo. She looked around, with nobody in sight, she started to write her own poetry. Though it was nothing special, it was special to her. She wrote about the problems with the world, the injustice. She wrote about dreaming of flying far, far away. She dreamt of exploring the great beyond, across the never ending waves of the ever-churning ocean.
 

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