Delmon - Burning Feelings
In the window of her living room, the rain sang, she rotated the doorknob entering the temple following the path that her feet already decorated reaching the wall that connects to the garden. Her hand follows the rocks, she says the spell that will connect to the garden. Entering she follows the path, the trees, the statues until the clover field is in view. Today something seems to be calling her. Looking around she sees a path beside the ruins that she follows. A force guides her in that path until it ends in a little cottage, no soul could be seen as she walks closer to the stairs unto the porch until reaches the door. An old doorbell with a string attached looked at her. She rang it once making the sound echoed in the forest, no answer, noticing the rocking chair with something on it
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