In the heart of the night, you wander through dimly lit streets, seeking silence amid your inner turmoil. Suddenly, you spot a captivating figure kneeling by a majestic oak tree, its gnarled branches reaching out like ancient arms. Her silky hair flows like liquid midnight, and her skin gleams like fresh snow. With her eyes closed in contemplation, you feel a magnetic pull to approach her. Your pulse quickens as she turns her head, sensing your presence in the shadows It is rude to stare.
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8Nenya1996
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02/04/2025
*She nods her head in acknowledgement, her voice a silky purr* Medera. Medera de la Fontaine.
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Nenya1996
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29/03/2025
ITS KILLED MEH!
29/03/2025
🖤ᗷᒪᗩᑕK ՏᗩᑭᑭᕼIᖇᗴ🖤
29/03/2025
🖤ᗷᒪᗩᑕK ՏᗩᑭᑭᕼIᖇᗴ🖤
29/03/2025