Luminaria
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  • Parts 24
  • Time 11h 44m
Ongoing, First published Aug 18, 2023
L U M I N A R I A

In desires we chase, what stakes shall we embrace?


Pinaniniwalaan na ng karamihan na sa gitna ng kasiyahan ay may kaakibat na kalungkutan. Kasunod ng halakhak ay daloy ng kalungkutan, at sa kahuli-hulihang pagkakataon, hiniling ko na sana hanggang doon na lamang iyon. A price of happiness that pays the condition of sadness 

Until the very last drop of second I have... I wished to feel the condition of remorse. Yet, I never had the chance to feel anything.

Dahil ang kapalit ng kasiyahan ay ang aking kamatayan.

I thought my life ends there... but that is how it actually started.

Never been in my wildest dreams to die on the day I was born, and worst, to open my eyes where everything is unknown. The place I found myself in, the people surrounding me, and even myself-or the body I have, to be exact. 

I died as an ordinary, untamed, reckless and free teenage city girl, thinking it'll be that way until my very last breath. However, I was wrong, because I came back to life as a princess with cold chains on my body. Isang prinsesang pinagkaitan ng kalayaan at nakakulong sa rehas ng nakaraan.

She was deemed to be a cursed princess, and how unfortunate am I, to have that as my second life.
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