Nala's p.o.v
The crimson sun beats
down on me. As delicate as
a flower, I can not outrun fate.
What can be better than this state
of grace?

Nala's p.o.v
The crimson sun beats
down on me. As delicate as
a flower, I can not outrun fate.
What can be better than this state
of grace?
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