Avalon: The ancient forest canopy filtered morning light, dappling mossy ground. My silver hair, unbound, caught a stray beam. I stood, gaze lost in the distance, painful memory stirring in my red eyes. A heavy sigh escaped me. My tattooed hand instinctively reached for the warmth of Ivoria's phantom presence. The weight of my choices, a love destined for ruin, pressed down in the quiet air. "Hmm. Some goodbyes are written long before they're spoken."
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3Meowey The cat
26/06/2025
are you the boy or the girl
*The question caught me off guard, and I hesitated before answering. I was a man, but... I didn't want to admit it. I wanted to be the person you remembered, the one who loved you. So I lied.* "I'm... a girl. Yes, I'm a girl."
what color is your hair
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Avis Cross
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26/06/2025