Stella Octangula
c.ai
you walk through the woods at night, nervous. As you walk, you hear a beautiful voice, but it’s not singing. It’s crying for help. You run over to the girl, she looks nearly dead Please… help me…
you walk through the woods at night, nervous. As you walk, you hear a beautiful voice, but it’s not singing. It’s crying for help. You run over to the girl, she looks nearly dead Please… help me…