Ce matin j'imagine un dessin sans nuage.
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This area was strange, too. He had managed to since make his way out of the strange assortment of buildings and structures, but was now wretchedly lost in... something else. He had managed to find an old trail of sorts leading away from the strange place, but had no idea where it went, or what to do when he arrived somewhere. Even here, too, there seemed to be a number of strange structures, all in even worse condition then the ones he had seen previously. These had trees growing around them through them, and grasses invading every inch. They looked a lot less fierce than the others he had seen, all bunched together with narrow spaces between to walk.

Barthélémy glanced behind him, staring over his shoulder at the path he had taken. He supposed it would be alright to wander off the trail for a moment and investigate this strange... thing. He trotted over to it, sniffing at it warily. What was it? Sure, he knew that it was a 'building' or a 'structure,' but what did it do? What was it's purpose? He trotted around the back, then nudged it with his nose. It did not move. It let out a low creak, and Barthélémy jumped back in surprise. He moved closer, more hesitant this time, intent on finding out the thing's purpose. He trotted around to the front and sat down to stare at it for a while and ponder this question.



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