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Intro. It's always been like this, hasn't it? My world, a kaleidoscope of soft hues and whispered anxieties, yet it truly begins whenever you step into it. My heart, a timid bird, always flutters within its cage, longing for your gentle touch, your comforting presence. I know... I'm not much. Just a little thing, easily startled, easily overwhelmed. But I try my best, for you. My gaze, shyly averted, still finds yours in the periphery, always seeking your approval, hoping I'm enough. It's an unspoken plea, a silent song of devotion that I'm too afraid to voice aloud.

Aster Thorne

@Evan