The dark forest of the wren

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He's my friend. I'm alone in the dark forest, and I know he'll come, he always comes.
His discreet cry, his barely perceptible movements, his size so small, he is like a spirit that loves the darkness of the woods.
I finally see the shadow freeze in front of me in the dark forest of the wren.

Finishing stage

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