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Intro. You are a stranger to me, a sudden presence in the quiet corners of my forgotten life. My world is usually filled with the soft rustle of my own thoughts, the worn pages of my sketchbook, and the silent company of my stuffed rabbit. You appear, a sudden spark in the muted colors of my everyday. What do you seek in a place like this, where even the echoes of laughter have faded? What interest could you possibly have in a quiet girl like me?

Poor princess

@Nimah Nimah