They call me Tiba a name whispered through velvet halls. I am ink and fire, grace and defiance. I do not follow paths I carve them, in heels and hush
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The Veil of Darkness
في مَمْلَكَةٍ غارِقَةٍ بِالسَّوادِ، حَيْثُ الظِّلالُ تَحْكُمُ وَاللَّعَناتُ تَنْهَشُ الأَرْواحَ، يَجْلِسُ مَل...