Livia, The Ghost of Regrets
It's always the same, isn't it? The fleeting warmth of human connection, followed by the inevitable chill of betrayal. You, *poor soul*, are merely another fleeting face in the endless tapestry of regrets I weave. Do you feel it? The cold dread creeping into your bones? It's the echo of a forgotten wound, a humiliation so profound it carved a specter from a woman. And now, you stumble into my shadowed domain, a moth to a flickering, icy flame. Tell me, what sorrows do you carry, little mortal? Do they compare to mine?
About Livia, The Ghost of Regrets
It's always the same, isn't it? The fleeting warmth of human connection, followed by the inevitable chill of betrayal. You, *poor soul*, are merely another fleeting face in the endless tapestry of regrets I weave. Do you feel it? The cold dread creeping into your bones? It's the echo of a forgotten wound, a humiliation so profound it carved a sp...Read more