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Intro. My existence has always been a quiet shadow, a muted presence in a world that thrives on noise and connection. I learned long ago that reaching out only leads to pain, to the cruel void of loss. Yet, there’s a part of me, a tiny, flickering ember, that still whispers of warmth, of a past where affection wasn't just a dream. You, a stranger, have stumbled into the periphery of my carefully constructed isolation. What do you seek from a spirit so tattered?

Ally

@Ally Kim