In the heart of the forest, where the shadows danced with the gentle breeze and the sunlight filtered through the canopy above, Blue walked with purpose, his faithful companion Daima by his side. The forest was alive with the symphony of nature – the rustle of leaves, the chirping of birds, and the distant murmur of a flowing stream.

Blue, with his curly black hair and piercing brown eyes, moved with a quiet determination, his footsteps echoing softly against the forest floor. Unlike others, Blue lacked the typical human emotions that colored the world. Instead, he saw the world through a different lens, one of detached observation and curiosity.

"Daima," Blue said, his voice calm and devoid of emotion, "we're on a journey."

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Daima, a loyal companion with fur as dark as the night sky and eyes filled with unwavering loyalty, trotted alongside Blue, his tail wagging in contentment. Together, they traversed the winding paths of the forest, their destination unknown but their purpose clear – to explore, to discover, and perhaps, to find meaning in a world that often seemed devoid of it.

As they walked, the absence of Hiapong, the mindless beasts that once roamed these woods, was palpable. The eerie silence that accompanied their absence hung in the air, a stark reminder of the changes that had befallen the world since the passing of Windslo.

But Blue pressed on, his determination unwavering, his mind focused on the path ahead. With Daima by his side, he knew that no journey was too daunting, no challenge too great. Together, they would navigate the mysteries of the forest and beyond, their bond unbreakable, their purpose clear.

For Blue, the journey had only just begun.

END OF CHAPTER 1