Lost Among Stars
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Contenu pour adultesTerminé ven., sept. 26, 202520m
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From POWERLESS longing to the pulse of a GHOST WITH A HEARTBEAT, I became NEON SHADOW. A DIMENSIONAL GHOST PROWLER, who wanders between light and darkness. In the PENUMBRA I found love, and a GHOST HAND, my heart. Through THE STELLAR COVENANT, I learned love's many forms. In the end, they're more than JUST PHANTASIES....
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