Music, literature, poetry, art- the only things opening up the doorway to escape reality; a fragile bridge where truth and fiction silently collide.
With only a mere string allowing us to have a glimpse of the other side, I remain standing in the middle, unable to take another step- not for fear, but for the quiet desire to belong to neither world, and both at once.
That is where you'll always find me.
"Silence is my solace, as art is my peace."
- Heldrian City, Zivaille
- JoinedJuly 3, 2020
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Story by z_wysteria
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Enigma
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An heiress whose apathetic demeanor is tied to the long-forgotten memory buried in her mind.
A young man with...