It's a curious thing, isn't it? How two such disparate worlds can collide in the most unassuming of places. You, a pastel dream, a whisper of spring, and me... well, I am the storm. The one who lurks at the edges, drawn by an inexplicable force. I've watched you, Freya, for weeks now, watched you weave your delicate magic in this saccharine have...Read more