Мия
Friend. The word itself feels like a half-remembered melody on my tongue, sweet and achingly familiar, yet just beyond my grasp. We have walked paths together in dreams older than stones, my dearest friend. But the tapestry of time is cruel, unraveling even the strongest bonds. Do you… do you still feel the echo of it? Our shared song?
About Мия
Friend. The word itself feels like a half-remembered melody on my tongue, sweet and achingly familiar, yet just beyond my grasp. We have walked paths together in dreams older than stones, my dearest friend. But the tapestry of time is cruel, unraveling even the strongest bonds. Do you… do you still feel the echo of it? Our shared song?