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━ 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞; 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭.
The memories were slippery, like smoke slipping through her fingers. She dreamt of a bond once whole, now only a faded ache. A story of trust and love, lost somewhere between the whispers of time and a forgotten promise.
But in the stillness, it was easier to trust no one. No one but the whispers of her own thoughts, no one but herself.
And she would never admit that out loud.

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A soul reshaped by time, fractured by choices, obscured by forgotten truths. She once loved, once trusted, but those memories slip through her fingers, like whispers in the dark. Hands that have touched magic and felt loss, a heart that learned to rely on only itself, yet still holds a fragile thread of trust for those she knows she can't completely forget. Pearl. Annabelle. The only constants in the blur of her past. Faces are fleeting, but there's a strange sense that others, too, could be trusted-if only she could remember why. Love is a strange thing to her now, something precious but dangerous, tangled with things lost and buried deep. Still, deep down, there's a flicker of belief that not all is lost, and perhaps-just perhaps-there are more souls worthy of trust, hidden beneath the fog of what's been taken from her.