Thoughts , flesh , blood and magic combine together creating the perfect concuction of madness. When 15 year old Viyasa Maximoff suddenly finds herself shifting back and forth between her reality and a woman named Agatha's, she wants answers.
who be...
That was all I could hear, black canvas, stored memories that I do remember making and a flash of red.
And then I existed . From the essence of a woman's thoughts and inside the fragments of a man's features.
Blur Blur Blur.
Everything and everyone was so blurry until she called my name. No more drifting through space as just a thought , no more mindless self depicting dreams or false visions of power.
"Viyasa Petra Maximoff." A soft enchanting voice woke me from my sleep.
And just like that. I was a vision of Wanda. Or should I say, version?
"Who's Pietro?" ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ "Where ever you go That's where I'll Follow Nobodies promised Tomorrow So imma love you Every night Like it's the last night Like it's the last night If the world was ending I'd wannabe next To you If the party was over and our time on earth Was through I wanna hold you just for a while And die with a smile If the world was ending I'd wannabe be next to you.
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Ahhh, I'm so excited for this story! I haven't found the right vibe for it yet but I will. I'm absolutely in love with the book cover, I mad with myself. I've been trying to make my covers for myself as a way to mature in graphic arts.
