I don't know what I've become.
Pieces of me are scattered around, and I've been resting, biding my time, hoping to strike.
I can see my targets around me.
But I'm patient. I have waited this long.
If I have to wait even longer, so be it.
Don't be fooled by all that light.
It casts a shadow, and in that shadow is me.
I see you.
All of you.
I know your secrets.
I know what you desire.
And above all, I know what you fear.
I have these weapons.
What do you have?
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Born of starlight and shadows
FantasyStella hasn't ever exactly been "normal." Not by a long shot. But-mental problems and friend problems aside-there's something else. One really specific thing that's been gnawing on her insides for so long, convincing her that she's alone. Definitely...
