bastard1111
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The mist hangs heavy in the Scottish Forest. I huddle beside a small stream, my hands cradling the warmth of the flames before me. The flickering light casts eerie shadows on the trees, but I am not afraid. For I have learned to survive in this place, to live off the land and find solace in its quiet solitude. It is here that I come to escape the judgmental eyes of my own kind.