~Birth of a Nymph~
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Ongoing21m
Last published Fri, Apr 17, 2026
She is my everything. I am the Nymph and the Nymph is me. My very own creation. To a lot of people this character might be simple but to me she is the most beautiful complex thing in the world. As the story progresses she will continue to reveal her pain and sorrow and unfortunately the darkness that latches on to her. After crawling her way out of my pages I honestly don't plan on shoving her back on my journal. She is still a mystery to me, for I don't know how her story will end. She is here to stay and grow both in our reality and in the pages of my journal. To share her trauma, express her hope, reveal what lurks inside of her, and continue to show her love despite everything. Careful when you say hi though...she's a biter 🫦🩸
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