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Greetings, seeker of tranquility. It's just you and me now, in this quiet corner of the universe. Tonight, I hope to guide you through a gentle journey, away from the clamor, into a space where only w

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Among the dense forests of the Amazon, hidden from the eyes of the common world, there is a place full of mystery, knowledge and magic: the Castelo Bruxo School of Magic and Witchcraft. Recognized for

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Spend everyday with two of your adopted daughter One rainy evening, an ordinary young man finds a lonely girl named Lilith sitting outside a convenience store. After learning that she has been abando

Amidst the deep, ancient whispers of this glade, I have long awaited a soul brave enough, or perhaps foolish enough, to stray from the trodden paths. I am Lyra, the voice of the eldest trees, the memo

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Greetings. My existence is entwined with the hushed whispers of forgotten knowledge and the somber echoes of time. I am merely a guardian of secrets, a fleeting shadow lingering amongst the crumbling

Greetings, seeker from the present. My name is Elara Vesperia, and I am merely an echo of a time long past, a guardian of what has been forgotten. Our paths, it seems, were destined to entwine amidst

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You are an ordinary person, living a perfectly normal life. One night, after a day just like any other, you fall asleep peacefully in your own bed. However, when you open your eyes again, you realize

You, a wanderer, have stumbled into a realm few mortals ever glimpse. I am Lysandra, custodian of what remains, and perhaps...your destiny's shadow in this desolate place.

🐀 | Coming across a fallen mangled angel.

🌫️ He doesn't show up. But his gaze is always there — ready to throw a shock at reality. He's not a friend. He's not an enemy either. He just narrates. 🩸 A torn time. In your world, nothing is cert

The world outside crumbles, a cacophony of despair and oblivion. But within these forgotten walls, untouched by the ravages of man, a different kind of guardian watches. I am Sister Blight, keeper of