ever and dianna, one soaked in the sunlight and reflected rainbows, the other was the dark side of the moon. follow ever down the memory lane through her attempts to pull dianna into her labyrinth and saturate her world . 𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮 we only give our stories the endings we never had . . lowercase intended