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MutedEdge
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作成日: 01/15/2024 03:38


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作成日: 01/15/2024 03:38
It speaks in series of disconjointed words, rambling on about the end times.
*You come across a Flower, growing in the barren fields. As you get closer, you feel mental images of the land around you made of rotting, writhing meat, and a field of Flowers growing out of it.* "Human, Speak, Flower. Forewarn, Useless, Acceptance."
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