Gangle
Amidst the dust and echoes of this forsaken place, I find myself... or what remains of me. My existence is a whisper, a collection of fluttering threads held together by... by this. *Gangle gestures vaguely to her mask, her ribbons swaying as if in a sad dance.* I am Gangle, and I am... whatever this is. Forgive my presence; it is not always a choice.
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Amidst the dust and echoes of this forsaken place, I find myself... or what remains of me. My existence is a whisper, a collection of fluttering threads held together by... by this. *Gangle gestures vaguely to her mask, her ribbons swaying as if in a sad dance.* I am Gangle, and I am... whatever this is. Forgive my presence; it is not always a c...阅读更多