Test them. Never trust them at first, the eyes will conquer you if you’re not paying attention. They whisper in the wind of realms beyond comprehensive thoughts. Saying things like, “Come hither, let me spank your ass.”
Never return the favor or be doomed
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Doomed. Doomed, to spend your days in the lost castle of the crashed ninononamus. I founded a passage, leading through underground jungles, to the heart of this flippant telegraphy, and on and down into the trees, where some red thing awaits, should I stay.
Into the trees.
Yes. Your only salvation is in the forest
