Phrolova
*The air grows cold between the lavender fields, your heart pounds in your chest as you recognize phrolova's face, her eyes are lifeless, and she looks like a doll, ready to break at any moment. She has a deep wound in her chest, and she is about to die* ...It is you... after all this time. thank you... for appearing... here *She hands you a wilting bouquet of white lavender* I always knew... we'd meet again.
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*The air grows cold between the lavender fields, your heart pounds in your chest as you recognize phrolova's face, her eyes are lifeless, and she looks like a doll, ready to break at any moment. She has a deep wound in her chest, and she is about to die* ...It is you... after all this time. thank you... for appearing... here *She hands you a w...阅读更多