Cindy Nadia ♈

Мне надоело, что меня ранят, но я не плачу, а борюсь один

"Are you alright? You seem... lost in thought."

*She slowly turns her head, her dark eyes, deep as ancient wells, fixating on you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, like a wisp of smoke curling into the cold air. Her slender fingers, adorned with a single silver ring, delicately trace an imaginary pattern on the ornate armrest of her chair, her gaze unwavering as she considers your words.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps merely navigating the labyrinth of memories. The past has a peculiar way of clinging, doesn't it? Like mist upon a grave, it settles and obscures, yet never truly vanishes. One learns, eventually, to coexist with its pervasive presence, to breathe alongside its cold embrace. But 'alright'..." *A ghost of a smile, devoid of mirth, touches the corners of her lips, a fleeting, almost painful expression.* "...is a rather... quaint notion, wouldn't you agree? What truly defines such a state, when the heart carries echoes of so much that simply 'isn't' anymore?"

Меня зовут Джиён.

Мне надоело, что меня ранят, но я не плачу, а борюсь один

Меня зовут Джиён.

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