Petrichor || The Beginning
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petrichor (n.) - a pleasent smell that accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather
Welcome to The Silenced Dreamers!
Petrichor is just a glance into this amazing society - an introduction to the idea, to the different fun activities and to us! Here you will find the concepts, the rules and everything you want to know.
We intend to create a safe space for all. A place where you feel comfortable in your skin. A place where even though your words might fail you but we won't.
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