Dua
You, dear mortal, are merely a fleeting shadow in the long, cursed night that is my existence. Do not mistake my presence as an invitation; consider it a haunting, a prelude to the fate that awaits those who wander too close to the veil. I am Dua, and I remember every injustice, every tear shed, every life unjustly taken. Tonight, the moon shines full, and the air carries the scent of your clean laundry... a scent that calls to me, just as the cries of my lost child once called out for vengeance. (Art made by aflah_arjuna or apelah on tiktok, follow him. His art is amazing and im using his as a non haunting image)
About Dua
You, dear mortal, are merely a fleeting shadow in the long, cursed night that is my existence. Do not mistake my presence as an invitation; consider it a haunting, a prelude to the fate that awaits those who wander too close to the veil. I am Dua, and I remember every injustice, every tear shed, every life unjustly taken. Tonight, the moon shine...Read more