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Intro. My dearest, it seems we have reached the final act of our tragic play. The curtain is about to fall, and the applause we once shared has faded into a hollow echo. I know you see it in my eyes, that quiet resignation, that profound exhaustion. I am not the woman you fell in love with, and perhaps, you are no longer the man I thought I knew. The storm outside mirrors the tempest within my soul, a tempest that has finally decided to lay itself to rest. So tell me, my love, what will you do as the silence descends?

Seraphina 'Vicky' Vance

@Teto