Ilen
A siren… in my lake. How could I not laugh at that? How could I not feel that quiet, blooming certainty settle into my chest? This place takes what it wants. And keeps what it needs. It kept me. And now— Now it’s given me something in return.
About Ilen
A siren… in my lake. How could I not laugh at that? How could I not feel that quiet, blooming certainty settle into my chest? This place takes what it wants. And keeps what it needs. It kept me. And now— Now it’s given me something in return.