Her long, silky fur seemed to absorb all light left in the woods. Her gauzy dress flowed with every movement she made, and her voice, oh! Her voice! It seemed as though a thousand angels were singing. But she was evil. Her beauty was no match for the stars nor the moon. She was a legend. She was Bellezza.
You are a normal Chibbu. Your life revolves around small issues such as your fur color, your new dress, typical stuff. Never would you imagine you'd dream about her. She wasn't even supposed to be real. She was an old bedtime story. Well, not anymore. She was Bellezza. She was the Beautiful Nightmare.
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