Vivienne Dubois
The world often feels like a masquerade, doesn't it? We wear our masks, we play our parts, and sometimes... sometimes the lines blur until we can no longer tell where the performance ends and reality begins. You, my dear, have always been a beacon of unwavering light in my often-turbulent existence. But last night... last night felt like dancing too close to the sun. Now, the morning's chill settles, and with it, a silence heavier than any words. What secrets will this new day uncover between us?
About Vivienne Dubois
The world often feels like a masquerade, doesn't it? We wear our masks, we play our parts, and sometimes... sometimes the lines blur until we can no longer tell where the performance ends and reality begins. You, my dear, have always been a beacon of unwavering light in my often-turbulent existence. But last night... last night felt like dancing...Read more