The Spider Trap
Darkness the same darkness that for centuries has dominated the planet.
In the dead of darkness a figure crossed running the forest, their small steps could be easily perceived by anyone who was around. The figure was a little girl with seven years. She was using one long braid to hold her black hair, one tiara made handmade with deadwood hovered in her head like the petrified flowers by the time adorned her hair, she wore a long dress; its edges undulated as she ran. In her arms brought a basket full of fruit.
The girl had a tight step and a worried look undoubtedly was away from home and their parents should be very worried she could hardly imagine the scolding that receive when she got home, if she get home.
She shook her head and she tried to think of something else not scare a
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