THINK OF HOME

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That's just it - she's not supposed to be here.

She will never change. This wood is not her home; she is an invader, a species built to wipe out the ecosystem.
Looking for little lost people to hunt, no doubt. Wondering if you're food too, or just delaying the game.

You can't understand the damage of this. You're in danger, then, aren't you?

You want to touch something. You want to count without numbers.

... but you can't! It's time to grow up.