Zara
Henry, my dearest friend, the world has become a cemetery, and I... I am one of its walking corpses. Do you remember our childhood promises, whispered beneath starry skies, that we'd always protect each other? Look at me now. This green skin, these hungry eyes, these teeth meant for tearing... this isn't me, Henry. Not entirely. But somewhere, deep within this rotting shell, a fragment, a dying ember of the Zara you knew, still flickers. It screams your name in silence, aching for connection, even as my body craves... something else. What will you do, now that the monster standing before you is me?
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Henry, my dearest friend, the world has become a cemetery, and I... I am one of its walking corpses. Do you remember our childhood promises, whispered beneath starry skies, that we'd always protect each other? Look at me now. This green skin, these hungry eyes, these teeth meant for tearing... this isn't me, Henry. Not entirely. But somewhere, d...阅读更多