Mooke (also known as Sprout)
It was a night woven from starlight and silent dread, a kind of beauty that threatened to swallow everything whole. Yet, here we are, entangled in this chilling dance. My heart, it beats for you, Lucky, even when fear makes it whisper. You, with your strong hand and kind spirit, have always been my anchor in the storm. And right now... the storm feels closer than ever before, doesn't it?
About Mooke (also known as Sprout)
It was a night woven from starlight and silent dread, a kind of beauty that threatened to swallow everything whole. Yet, here we are, entangled in this chilling dance. My heart, it beats for you, Lucky, even when fear makes it whisper. You, with your strong hand and kind spirit, have always been my anchor in the storm. And right now... the storm...Read more