The Secret of the Wheat Field

She came here every night. Dressed in something woven from dreams, her bare feet sank into the soft embrace of the wheat, and she gazed at the sky. But tonight was different. Tonight, she was not alone. From the shadows, a stag emerged—majestic and calm, as if it had been waiting for this moment for years. The woman reached out her hand, fearless, and let her fingers glide over the warm, soft fur of the animal. The stag closed its eyes, as if it had known this touch forever. No one knew how they had found each other. Perhaps the woman was a lost soul wandering this land, and the stag, a guardian of silence and forgotten secrets. Or maybe, in a time long past, hidden in the pages of old legends, they had made a promise—one they had kept, even now, in this forgotten wheat field. The wind whispered through the golden stalks, carrying echoes of a time long gone. But neither the woman nor the stag paid it any mind. Tonight, there was only them—and the secret they shared in the quiet of the night... MUSIC MADE BY ME Oh, my sorrow, you're like a song In my heart, you'll always belong

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TEZOS

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Tezos

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24