



The peanut-sized King Kong.
byRenata•~5min
Genres & Atmosphere
"How old were they? He didn't remember, but every night he dreamed of that girl, that angel his mother had sent to save him. As hard as he tried, he couldn't remember that girl's face, only her silhouette. he painted her figure on the door of his hiding place, the place where he felt safest. And her being there, even if only in the form of an engraving, only increased that feeling of security."
Synopsis
"How old were they? He didn't remember, but every night he dreamed of that girl, that angel his mother had sent to save him. As hard as he tried, he couldn't remember that girl's face, only her silhouette. he painted her figure on the door of his hiding place, the place where he felt safest. And her being there, even if only in the form of an engraving, only increased that feeling of security."
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