~ for protectorsoftheclocks
“This sheep... Has died.”
Sabela was watching her flock of sheep as always. And noticed one of these had sadly died from aging. Occurences like this happen, anyways, it’s not like she wasn’t used to them.
She took the poor deceased creature and began carrying it to a cemetery she built herself, for all the deceased sheep in her flock. There were several of them alerady... Until she noticed a figure in the distance, seemingly waiting for her.
“...Hello?”
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