Nsp: Dreamlight Valley

I swung the axe. The thorn shattered.

The thorn whispered a memory that wasn't mine: The first time you realized a character couldn't really hug you back. dreamlight valley nsp

I had just cleared a thicket near the cave Ursa claims as her "grotto." One thorn remained—larger than the rest, pulsing with a sickly lavender light. As I raised my royal tool, a shiver ran up my spine. Not from cold. From recognition . I swung the axe

Or are they the only honest thing left in the Valley? dreamlight valley nsp