Under the cloak of midnight, behind the faint creaking sounds of metal bars, staring into the vast beautiful garden of twinkling stars and the gentle, lovely blue moon as its host, was the only fox girl living in the desolate mountain ranges of Maryland with an unknown background.

The gleaming reflection of those flickering flowers in her meekly eyes, as well as her blossoming countenance of hardships, demonstrate both her innocence and independence, which has never been tainted by the outside world.

A lovely flower eventually touched after thousands of years of living in peace, some bad elements plucked that flower from its natural habitat.

The white fox girl never knows what's good and bad, letting them cage her effortlessly without minding their evil sneers because of her over-the-clouds excitement.

Finally, the white fox girl realizes she has been treated as nothing more than a prey item ready to be devoured.

She's staring at the night skies for a long time and slowly closes her eyes once she gets that divine premonition from somewhere else.

It was soothing in the mind. Her lovely smile showed acceptance with tears flowing through her pinkish cheeks, and her consciousness began fading away.

Before her senses faded, that glowing angel descended, knelt in front of her, and wiped away her tears.

She doesn't know how to express her gratitude to the heavens above for blessing her with a fulfilling and peaceful life.

Even if it was a mere single moment, that gratitude and that smile of hers were the happiest things she could ever express.

Time has passed, and the sun has risen from its slumber.

The soul of the thousand-year-old white fox girl finally ascended to heaven, leaving her lifeless, cold body behind, leaning against rusted metal poles.

It was the most peaceful death everyone wished for.

Painless and no regrets.

The men in charge of the front didn't notice anything out of the ordinary going on behind them.

Well...

In common perspective and also in reality, a caged dead fox girl at the back of a horse-drawn carriage is no less than a funeral procession.

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