Whispers of untold stories linger in the shadows where I wander.
A soul stitched from ink and dreams, weaving worlds you've yet to see.
Dive deep - if you dare - into the quiet secrets between the lines.
In the deep currents of words, I sing secrets only the brave can hear.
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Story by CelestialBaluga
The Villainess's Unwritten Ending
Death. Such a beautiful thing - a gift some crave but never receive. They say death is the end. Then why hasn...
