Your Point of View is a swirling
storm, where the secrets of your
past are unveiled like hidden
treasures. But like two graceful
dancers, they glide alongside the storyline without ever stepping
on its toes.
You were unaware of the
impending alteration, and
now the pieces have become
entangled, leaving you caught
in the midst of it all.
Life is but a seed, waiting to
sprout and grow into a
magnificent tree. The final
chapter is but the birthplace
of the opening tale. It's always
the end of the story where
the beginning starts.
It is a place where friendships
are forged amidst the ethereal
glow, where growth and
transformation dance in
harmony. Within this mystical
realm, secrets whisper in the
wind, carrying echoes of
forgotten tales from the distant
past. And in the tapestry of
existence, the delicate threads of relationships.
What will you do if the
commencement of everything
entangles you? Wherein you
develop an attachment to them
and disrupt the achromatic cycle gradually?
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ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ | ɪɴᴀᴢᴜᴍᴀ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ
Fanfic"ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ, ʜᴀɪᴢᴀᴋɪ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪssᴜᴇs. " "...." "ʜᴍ?" ➥ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇʟʟ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇs sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ. ╭...
