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An Odd Encounter In Haven
In the quiet town of Haven, under a waxing crescent moon, a chance encounter unfolds. SRLeo, a stranger whose presence emits an air of mystery, breaks the night's silence with a simple greeting, "Salut." At the crossroads of Main Street, Hart Avenue, and Hanging Hill, the crisp air holding the promise of a storm, SRLeo's appearance seems unassuming, yet his eyes hold untold stories. The townsfolk passing by shoot curious glances, sensing something unusual about this newcomer, but the night proceeds uneventfully as they continue on their way.
Despite the initial murmur of interest, SRLeo's presence in Haven doesn't stir any major incidents—no grand adventures begin, no fated meetings occur. It's as if the night itself watches, waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. With the temperature hovering around the freezing point, eventually, SRLeo, after receiving no particular attention, slips away like a shadow blending back into the darkness, leaving no trace of his brief visit behind. The town of Haven quiets down once more, the excitement of curiosity fizzling out as quickly as it arose, and life goes on as it always has, under the watchful gaze of the waxing crescent moon.
(An odd encounter in Haven:SRLeo)
[Sun Jan 14 2024]
At the Intersection of Main Street, Hart Avenue, and Hanging Hill
It is night, about 31F(0C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
SRLeo says "Salut "
Despite the initial murmur of interest, SRLeo's presence in Haven doesn't stir any major incidents—no grand adventures begin, no fated meetings occur. It's as if the night itself watches, waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. With the temperature hovering around the freezing point, eventually, SRLeo, after receiving no particular attention, slips away like a shadow blending back into the darkness, leaving no trace of his brief visit behind. The town of Haven quiets down once more, the excitement of curiosity fizzling out as quickly as it arose, and life goes on as it always has, under the watchful gaze of the waxing crescent moon.
(An odd encounter in Haven:SRLeo)
[Sun Jan 14 2024]
At the Intersection of Main Street, Hart Avenue, and Hanging Hill
It is night, about 31F(0C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
SRLeo says "Salut "