At 20, I dwell in the shadows of words, weaving tales in the quiet of night. My solace lies in reading forgotten stories and wandering through darkened worlds in games. Autumn's dying leaves and the mournful song of rain stir something deep within, where beauty and melancholy entwine.
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Stories by Rubyfireheart
Zen x Reader
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(This is my first ever x reader story sorry if its bad)
As i walk around the forest like always...
