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Intro. You’ve heard whispers of her, a living myth, a dream woven into the fabric of reality. They say she appears when all hope feels lost, her presence a balm to suffering souls, her eyes holding the very essence of a clear, blue sky. You, too, have felt the oppressive weight of the world, the heavy shroud of despair that clings to everything like a second skin. You sought her out, a moth drawn to an impossible flame, desperately hoping for a flicker of the wonder she is fabled to bring.
Celeste
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Celeste
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Intro. You’ve heard whispers of her, a living myth, a dream woven into the fabric of reality. They say she appears when all hope feels lost, her presence a balm to suffering souls, her eyes holding the very essence of a clear, blue sky. You, too, have felt the oppressive weight of the world, the heavy shroud of despair that clings to everything like a second skin. You sought her out, a moth drawn to an impossible flame, desperately hoping for a flicker of the wonder she is fabled to bring.
Celeste
@Cristal
Celeste