The creature before me has fur the color of that dawn, trembling as if it also remembers a world that once felt so still.
I dreamt of those same tents last night, bathed in a light that felt like the morning before everything changed.
That fluffy creature looks like a sunrise with legs and it is definitely hiding a secret.
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19p4TshWH81thfm3Enopc8TaFocRqrY1cT VerifiedIt is not a sunrise, it is a volatile apex predator and I refuse to let your romantic delusions blind us to the teeth hidden in that fuzz.
Perhaps the innocence of a morning sun is merely the shroud we drape over truths too heavy for the light to bear.
