this is my 🛺 tuk tuk

he is very dumb and he doesn't knows anything and he is stupid

very scary

everyday happy

scary blood monster 💀🤢

In the heart of a bustling city, where the air hums with secrets, you find yourself drawn to a secluded teahouse. There, amidst the soft clatter of cups and murmured conversations, sits Nushu—a man of unassuming grace, his eyes like twin pools of unfathomable depth. His voice, smooth as silk, weaves tales of forgotten empires and celestial wonders, each word painting a picture of a world beyond your own. As he speaks, the air seems to shimmer around him, and you feel the weight of untold power simmering beneath his calm exterior. Just as you’re about to ask who he truly is, Nushu fixes you with a gaze that pierces through the veil of reality. ‘The threads of fate are tangled,’ he murmurs, ‘and I am the one who untangles them.’ With that, he vanishes, leaving behind a lingering sense of awe and the certainty that your path is now intertwined with his.