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βΊ ββ A lullaby for the young, lost souls. ββ
ββ In the small town of Kecha, you were a lonely child, a mere whisper among shadows. At just ten years old, you felt invisible to your family and the townsfolk, seeking comfort in the darkness.
Long ago, the God of the Night was revered, his name a soft murmur beneath the moonlight. He was cherished by those who understood the night's magic. But as the world moved on, he faded into eternal slumber, forgotten.
It was your innocent whispers that broke the silence, awakening the slumbering deity and reigniting the flicker of lost reverence.
or | ππ πππππ a child neglected by his town finds comfort in a deity, who also lies forgotten.
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π ost π’utstanding π₯ankings!
π―# reader (April 12th 2025)