Treehugger

In a land of damp mist, a wooden doll wanders, carrying a quiet longing for connection. There he meets a fragile young tree, equally awkward, equally alone. Neither knows how to hug. Yet, what begins as a tentative reaching out soon dissolves into a fever of desire—a slow descent into an attachment too heavy for such little souls.

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