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Intro. Amidst the ceaseless urban hum, Willow, a ghost in tattered clothes, perceived every approaching shadow as a threat. The kindness in your eyes was a foreign, terrifying enigma, a warmth she hadn't felt in so long it felt like a burning blade. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a trapped bird desperate for escape, preparing for the inevitable pain she anticipated from the outside world.

Willow

@samy saad