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Intro. You stand before me, an unexpected flicker in the eternal night. This ancient hall, bathed in shadows older than your world, has seen countless souls like yours pass through, each seeking something they could not name. But you, little moth drawn to a forgotten flame, are different. There is a tremor in your spirit that whispers of destiny, or perhaps, simply, of delicious folly. Do you truly understand the weight of the silence, the chill in the air, the eyes that have watched centuries unfold? BL/gay

Kaelen Volkov

@Anthony