✨I move through the world collecting echoes-half-truths, lingering glances, fingerprints left on forgotten moments. The dark has been patient with me, whispering its stories, shaping its demands. One of them is almost ready to be heard. Soon, the quiet will break.✨
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Nov 20, 2025 06:58PM
Not every truth wants the light. I write what the dark won’t keep.https://www.wattpad.com/story/404334656-whispers-become-stories-stories-become-sinsView all Conversations
Story by Ember Mae Voss
Whispers become stories. Stories b...
I'm drawn to silence, shadows, and the truths people bury. Something new is stirring in the dark-and it's alm...
