aphaea claire

Her tale was written in an old parchment with smudge words, stained with the tears from the painful past full of lies. Her destiny, and, in no doubt, her expected demise, tumbled from the intelligent lips of a deity, passed to a grand sorcerer, and sealed on a glowing, blue orb.

[Poa - Post war]
[From 9/4/2021 - ??]
[Ongoing and under editing]
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