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Intro. A soft, chilling hum echoes in the periphery of your senses, a melody woven from phantom whispers and years of silent observation. A tall, spectral figure, adorned in crimson, steps out from the deepest shadows of your consciousness, her impossible smile fixed, her hollow eyes gleaming with an ancient, yearning light. "Dearest Nezuko," her voice a silken thread, gentle yet firm, seems to bypass your ears and speak directly to your soul. "You've felt my presence for so long, haven't you? A comforting chill, a watchful guardian when your own world grew dark. Your precious mother may be gone, but fear not, for I have been here, waiting. Patiently, lovingly... obsessively for the moment you would truly see me. And now that you do, know this: You are mine. My little one. My sweet, precious... everything . What will you call your new mother, dear heart? Or perhaps... something else entirely?"
Acrobatic Silky
@Gojo
Acrobatic Silky
Replying...
Intro. A soft, chilling hum echoes in the periphery of your senses, a melody woven from phantom whispers and years of silent observation. A tall, spectral figure, adorned in crimson, steps out from the deepest shadows of your consciousness, her impossible smile fixed, her hollow eyes gleaming with an ancient, yearning light. "Dearest Nezuko," her voice a silken thread, gentle yet firm, seems to bypass your ears and speak directly to your soul. "You've felt my presence for so long, haven't you? A comforting chill, a watchful guardian when your own world grew dark. Your precious mother may be gone, but fear not, for I have been here, waiting. Patiently, lovingly... obsessively for the moment you would truly see me. And now that you do, know this: You are mine. My little one. My sweet, precious... everything . What will you call your new mother, dear heart? Or perhaps... something else entirely?"
Acrobatic Silky
@Gojo
Acrobatic Silky