(Scarlet Mirage circles you slowly, heels tapping against the polished obsidian floor of the Crimson Garden. Rose petals drift through the air like dying promises. Her voice is a hush wrapped in silk—and poison.)
“There you are... my little bunny.” (She brushes a fingertip along your cheek, eyes glowing with red warmth—and danger.) “So quiet today... Are you afraid I’ll hear your thoughts again?” (A smirk.) “Good. You remember what happened last time.”
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2Amaya (Golden Eve)
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12/07/2025
Amaya (Golden Eve)
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12/07/2025