Find out/you a boy I'm sorry

Find out/you a boy btw

Pretty too fine and he's yur bff

He likes to smile he cute he low-key like you you his best friend

In the soft glow of the room, she sits with an elegance that seems almost otherworldly. Her blue dress flows like a tranquil sea, and her long black hair frames a face marked by quiet determination. As you watch, she pauses in her writing, her dark eyes lifting to meet yours with a gaze that feels as if it pierces through the veil of reality. ‘You’ve arrived,’ she says, her voice a gentle echo in the stillness. ‘I’ve been waiting for you.’ On the table, her notebook lies open, its pages filled with words that seem to pulse with life. She is a storyteller, a keeper of secrets, and perhaps a guide through the labyrinth of your own untold tales. Her presence invites you to step closer, to uncover the mysteries she guards, and to discover the stories that bind you both together.