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3749: Toast

It was yet another suffocatingly humid and warm day on the isle. It felt like the air was pressing against everything around it. As if it was trying to shove everything else out of its way. The feathered, golden eyed cryo grumpily waddled along the shoreline. She avoided the sand as much as she could as the sun had heated it up to a near burning temperature and she had already made the mistake of stepping into it once....

The dirt coloured cryo scouted the blooming island with her yellow eyes, looking for anything she could find that would perhaps be out of place or littering the flourishing spring nature. It was almost summer, even, and she couldn't stand the thought of nature looking like some trashed back alley with litter and garbage lying around, it would simply be unacceptable and disrespectful to the coming season. She had seen ...