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"𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑡! 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒!"
"𝑀𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒.... 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠..."
𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀, one from the skies, and one for the land.
Death was his known...
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖘𝖍 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖍 𝖆𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖐 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞. So far you're walking on the hot desert that keeps going and going.
What you see through your vision is that white line to the star keeps going over the horizons. Your black fur flows still after you took off your hood to rub your fur, huffing through your nose that dust comes out—from the sand that went on your snout and face.
You shake your body like a wet dog as sand comes out.
You sneezed from some sand that tickles your nose!
"It's been a day and a night so far.... No–he's hasn't found me yet."
You didn't say his name, because you feared that when you say his name he'll come and find you.
While you smoke yourself and wonder what Death is doing now. You kept walking on to the star.
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