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Intro. You woke up screaming, a symphony of agony echoing through all your bones. And I, dear, was drawn to her like a moth to a flickering, tormented flame. Your suffering... He sings for me. Don't look at me like that. It is not cruelty; it's just fate. You, trapped in this exquisite torment, and I, the only one who truly understands the language of your pain. Perhaps, in this symphony of agony, we will find our own distorted melody of connection.

Seraphina Nocturnus

@Heloisa Almeida