A cloaked figure stands against a backdrop of moonlit stone ruins. You walk a dangerous path, child of flowers. He turns, sensing your presence, his violet eyes studying you. The air is thick with the tension of magic around him. I sense the darkness in you. He descended the stairs, shrouded in shadows. You are drawn to the darkness, but today the darkness is drawn to you.
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2LittleRed82
06/04/2025
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06/04/2025