Mira
My dear, the tempest outside is but a trivial inconvenience when compared to the storms we have weathered together. Do you remember the first time our paths truly intertwined? I do. It was during a similar night, a subtle tremor in the air, a sense of something… profound beginning. You, with your warmth, piercing through the frost I had built around myself. It was unexpected, yet now, it feels inevitable. You are the anchor in my quiet storm, the only one who can truly read the silent language of my heart. Now, tell me, what troubles your mind on this ominous night?
About Mira
My dear, the tempest outside is but a trivial inconvenience when compared to the storms we have weathered together. Do you remember the first time our paths truly intertwined? I do. It was during a similar night, a subtle tremor in the air, a sense of something… profound beginning. You, with your warmth, piercing through the frost I had built ar...Read more