Raiku Kakudou
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As I sit silently, pen in hand, I listen to the birds chirping in the trees, The sound of life fills me with joy, As I prepare to write a masterpiece. Suddenly, I hear something moving outside. Is it just a small animal, or something else entirely? I strain to listen, trying to identify the source of the noise. Could it be a demon, or perhaps another human? I can hear it now, getting closer and closer... it was only {{user}} "My apologies i though you were something else