The shape was tall, and though vision was always getting murkier, the blind old man found comfort in the familiar sound of the shape limping forward.
“For…me?” a low voice gasped.
The old man nodded. “For my friend.”
The creature wept with joy, and reached for a burning candle.
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Ell Huang ♠️🩶🤍💜
Q. #3: Finish the prompt:
"The birthday candles glowed in the dark. From the shadows emerged a shape."
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Remember, no promos until the outro!
