 | | Recommended | by Ivysaur
47.1 hours on record |
| | Posted 5.9 years ago | Last Played 5.8 years ago |
I was born into a grand village with widespread farms that provided us with food that fed many mouths. Sadly, we had no girls born to us and as our last fertile female became old, we knew our village's days were numbered. As I grew old, I watched my village die around me. In my last years, I gathered the bones of those who had passed and gave them a proper burial. As I stood over their graves, I reflected over how long it can take to build something and how quickly it can be lost. |
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