The Weeping Wasps

In the land of Ludilver Raider, the people were silent as a mouse, the sun set.

In the land of Goosebump Liver, a shot of sunlight drifted through the towering trees of Goosebump Forest.

In the land of Imagination centre, the cars groaned as the people wept away their tears  like weeping wasps.

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