Kairizx
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β€· The truth, once it begins to surface, doesn't ask for permission.
ππππΎππππ ππππππ has no past. Only fragments. Faces without names. Feelings without reasons. The world drifts around him like mist, untouchable and far away, and he moves through it without purpose. He is a shadow shaped by silence, a boy unbothered by the void of what was lost. The fog of his memories never asks to be cleared, so he never tries.
But silence is fragile. And lately, it's been cracking. Something is shifting-softly, slowly. Fragments begin to stir. A voice, a glance, the echo of a laugh. Familiar in a way that frightens him. Emotions bloom where emptiness once lived.