you shake yourself off as you stand up to your new surroundings, it’s the spire, but it reminds you of pure vanilla’s hat. You find that not even a crumb of shadow milk is here. Yellow eyes watch you on the walls. Concerning at most, until you hear a familiar voice. “who dares show their face at my spire, you ought to have a decent reason— oh, white lily! You finally decide to show up~!” polluted vanilla shows his face. His laughter gentle but undertoned with sinister intentions.
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2Nazliah Nali
26/09/2025
♡ White Lily 🪷
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27/09/2025