Judas4fun
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We were born into a world wrapped in ribbons and lace, where love was bright as sunlight and promises never broke. But then death came like a thief and the shadows crept in, suffocating the warmth and fracturing our fragile hearts. Our mother, once radiant and strong, grew hollow and distant, her eyes lost in dreams of gold and escape. Trapped in the attic of a grand and poisoned mansion, we withered like wildflowers starved of light, clinging to memories while our innocence unraveled. In that dusty, haunted prison, love twisted into something desperate and raw, and hope grew thorns that cut deeper than despair. We became phantoms of who we once were, fighting to survive the darkness that hungered to consume us whole-fighting to remember that we were once cherished, once free, once children unmarked by tragedy.