it could be a wonderful day the children play outside while the birds sing in the sky
a warm breeze moves the grass and small feet squeeze it and while a butterfly passes you hear the children laugh
a stone is pushed back in the earth
disappears into the ground slowly it ejects - irrevocable with a swirling movement like a butterfly it's slowly climbing high until it reached its high and a fireball appears out of a shockwave a swarm of glowing spikes bursts out of the red center peel the last laugh off the face a firestorm burns down pieces of flesh
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