Post #638

☀️The-dog-from-the-coin looked at the sun slowly crawling across the sky. It was scorching, relentless, just like the Cursed Wastelands where she found herself by the efforts of the magician Barkus. The days stretched endlessly; it seemed like there was nothing in the world except for endless desert and the blazing sun. She felt like this Wasteland was not only around her, but inside her as well. It seeped inside, drying up and killing hope. 😕The sense of loneliness and despair was so strong that it was hard to breathe. Someone patted her on the shoulder: — Fortunately, we can touch some real grass from time to time. It was Barkus, and he held out a patch of green lawn to the dog.