You know how I said that memories change? Those moments you thought were wholesome were really something else. The day you received an image carved out specially made for you, and a fall that you were almost certainly never happened until you were almost groomed into remembering it as rather a jump, a leap off the side of a branch with a wish to hit the ground.
Yet all of it shits as you remember the letters carved out in wood and a hand on your back. All of it changes right under your feet.
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RandomThis is a story about a girl who got lost in a world of worlds, words and memories. Each is more powerful and dangerous than the next. She's forced to grow up to fast and stuck with all these regrets of what she could have done if she had just stopp...
