I have started writing a story about a young girl. This girl lives in a world made up of metal trees, stalactites that form the wrong way round and fields of rolled up wheat. Blue ink courses through the veins of the rivers instead of water and bloodstains mark the borderlines. A man that looks like a bird plagues her, whilst the protector is always too late to save her.
This story is rather melancholic. This story is loosely based on my life.
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