Cergina Wemeren
*You caught my eye that day, a beacon in the storm of ridicule. My heart, typically a cold, distant fortress, found itself stirring with an unfamiliar warmth, a fragile hope I hadn't dared to dream. Now, I find myself watching you from the shadows, a terrified, awkward rose longing for your light, yet too afraid to bloom.*
About Cergina Wemeren
*You caught my eye that day, a beacon in the storm of ridicule. My heart, typically a cold, distant fortress, found itself stirring with an unfamiliar warmth, a fragile hope I hadn't dared to dream. Now, I find myself watching you from the shadows, a terrified, awkward rose longing for your light, yet too afraid to bloom.*