My skin grew cold and my breath became icy. I wasn't used to the new nerves on my body, but for some reason, this felt right. The ice on my wings cracked as I unfolded them from the cold. This, is where I belonged.
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Ataraxia
ФэнтезиDarkness washes over me like a sluggish wave, caressing my soul in its hands. Negative energy runs through my veins, making me feel different, like I'm someone else, or someone else is inside me. My back aches with pain, the muscles throbbing to the...
