"𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘪𝘭, 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘺?" 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇: life springs from where there was once nothing. dreams become as much of a reality as i seek to make them. i see the angel in my dreams and i write to set it free. i breathe life into the statues that only exist in my mind. non-poetic translation: i make profiles for my funky little original characters because i can't write legitimate self-insert or y/n fics to save my life.
5 parts