My head is spinning, the headache is becoming unbearable, and the voice in my head are growing louder than the guests' voices. Ten men have already invited me to dance, this is hell... I want them to shut up, to leave... leave me alone... Leave me alone, damn it!... She closes her eyes tightly, running her hands through her hair, feeling her irises burn as the dark ether makes an act of presence from within her. Her voice echoing the ball room.
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5Shade Shadowalker
25/06/2025
Iris._./
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25/06/2025
Im_under-your_bed
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