In a Dreamy Paradise, amongst thy enlarged field of roses, a young she-bat felt an anonymous divine redolence.
But what she does know;
Like an avalanche of fruity flavours, it tides an unknown emotion with it, which scared her to the lights. She tried to run from that overwhelming tidal wave, but her soul denies her quest and crave for this magic to happen.
Hence the bell rings, with an echo,
‘Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere;
They’re with each other all along.’ Said a voice from its secret hideout in her heart.
The Momma Clan 
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