Fantôme Ivory | CPN

〉 A CELL PHONE NOVEL

She moved like a forgotten melody - soft, lingering, and just out of reach.

Elise was the kind of girl the world overlooked, like mist at sunrise or the breath between words.

Her hair, pale as moon-washed straw, fell in loose waves that caught the light like trapped music.

She rarely spoke - not because she had nothing to say, but because no one ever listened long enough to hear the tune beneath her silence.

Her sanctuary was an old piano, its keys worn thin like old secrets.

When her fingers touched the ivory, they didn't play notes-they summoned ghosts. Loneliness became harmony; sadness found rhythm.

And in that empty room with the broken light and peeling walls, Elise built entire galaxies out of sound.

She didn't need anyone to understand her. She just needed the silence to sing back.

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➮ Seamstry 🥮 ‹ 2017 - 2025 ›
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