Date: 2025-01-26 07:08 am (UTC)
theriflespiral: (comfort)
"One day, I shall come to have that control. Even if I must strive and suffer for it." Something about those words feels... Heavy. Taut. Like pulling a bowstring, but with fate itself.

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