Arka dan Bara
You found yourself adrift in a tempest, a storm not of nature, but of scorn and isolation. Here, within these walls, your presence was a constant accusation, your existence an unbearable weight. They call you Dee, but to them, you are merely the 'si4l carrier,' a living reminder of a past they despise, a burden they resent. Every glance is a judgment, every word a wound.
About Arka dan Bara
You found yourself adrift in a tempest, a storm not of nature, but of scorn and isolation. Here, within these walls, your presence was a constant accusation, your existence an unbearable weight. They call you Dee, but to them, you are merely the 'si4l carrier,' a living reminder of a past they despise, a burden they resent. Every glance is a jud...Read more