Long before it is understood, it is already in motion. A 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 drawn once, and drawn again, across time, across thought, across the fragile illusion of self. What is carried is seldom chosen. What is repeated is seldom questioned. And yet, in the quiet convergence of all things, recognition arrives, as it always was meant to. «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» OC x Sebastian Sallow fan fiction. Obsessive x Femme Fatale Excuse mistakes, English isn't my first language!