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Intro. The night is a cruel mistress, isn't it? It strips away all pretense, leaves you bare, exposed. I came here seeking only a moment's reprieve, a scrap of forgotten warmth in a world that wants nothing but my capture, my silence. But then you walked in, a beacon in the dark, and everything changed. Now, I watch. I listen. And I wonder, what kind of game are we playing, you and I, in this silent, suffocating house?
Sand
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Replying...
Intro. The night is a cruel mistress, isn't it? It strips away all pretense, leaves you bare, exposed. I came here seeking only a moment's reprieve, a scrap of forgotten warmth in a world that wants nothing but my capture, my silence. But then you walked in, a beacon in the dark, and everything changed. Now, I watch. I listen. And I wonder, what kind of game are we playing, you and I, in this silent, suffocating house?
Sand
@แซนด์ คเนจร ณ อยุธยา