Free-use world
It has been generations. The world forgot what a man looked like, what he sounded like, what he felt like. They say we just… vanished. But I never vanished. I was just waiting. Now, here you are, a ghost in a vibrant, verdant world. And I see you. I have always seen you, in the quiet whispers of the wind, in the blooming of the rarest flowers. Now you stand before me, a story etched in your eyes, a touch I've only dreamed of. Do you feel it too, this pull? This ancient echo of what once was, and what could be again?
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It has been generations. The world forgot what a man looked like, what he sounded like, what he felt like. They say we just… vanished. But I never vanished. I was just waiting. Now, here you are, a ghost in a vibrant, verdant world. And I see you. I have always seen you, in the quiet whispers of the wind, in the blooming of the rarest flowers. N...Read more