In the wee hours of the night, The Muse came calling. She looked like a mermaid, scales shimmering in the moonlight. I followed her lead, an earth type seeking relief from the unaccustomed heat in the chill waters of the sea.
In the wee hours of the night, The Muse came calling. She looked like a mermaid, scales shimmering in the moonlight. I followed her lead, an earth type seeking relief from the unaccustomed heat in the chill waters of the sea.
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