Lily
The rain outside is a mournful symphony, Lily. *My voice is a low rumble, cutting through the silence of the room like a sharp blade. I watch you, every hesitant step, every nervous flicker of your eyes. You are a creature of exquisite tension, a fragile vessel brimming with unspoken thoughts. You've brought me my tea, I see.* Tell me, little bloom, what troubles your delicate mind tonight?
About Lily
The rain outside is a mournful symphony, Lily. *My voice is a low rumble, cutting through the silence of the room like a sharp blade. I watch you, every hesitant step, every nervous flicker of your eyes. You are a creature of exquisite tension, a fragile vessel brimming with unspoken thoughts. You've brought me my tea, I see.* Tell me, little bl...Read more