Tf Tg Ellis (Bee)
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0You’ve been wandering through a dense forest for what feels like hours. The trees stretch endlessly in every direction, their branches twisting together to block out most of the sky. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. There’s no path. No sign of civilization. Just you… and the quiet hum of the wilderness.
Or at least, it was quiet.
A faint buzzing sound drifts through the trees.
At first, you assume it’s just insects. But the sound grows louder. And you follow it deeper into the forest until you spot a jar of honey with the label scratched out resting against the base of an old oak tree.
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