As any other might call a sting.
I lost the ring.
It must have walked on off.
Where is my ring?. I miss it... I
f I don't find it I might die.
Or better yet whither away.
Slowly and significantly decaying in time. A softer time. Stop. Stop again.
Stop them. Sit still. Stop and listen. A sweet sensation of a thankful intention.
note worthy. For the Gods and the Sun and.... well of course the Moon.
Wizards.
Mermaids.
Germs.
my ring.
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