THEY CALL ME A VAMPIRE. A WORD FAR TOO SIMPLE FOR THE WEIGHT I CARRY. I THIRST FOR SOMETHING I CAN NO LONGER FIND—THE FEELING OF BEING TRULY ALIVE.
I, no longer know how long I’ve been here, in this silence. A place where the sky never seems to change, and the night lingers like a breath held too long. The mist arrives without a sound, settling in like memories that refuse to fade. Beneath an ancient tree that never sheds its leaves, I sit alone, waiting for something I can’t even name.
They call me @ORiGUREi that I don’t argue anymore. The name clings to me like a scar that never healing, never fading, yet always present. It's been too long since I remembered the name I once carried as a human if I ever truly was one. Now, I remain silent, drifting like a shadow of what once was. I’ve become something far removed, something forgotten by time, yet unable to forget.
I, no longer know how long I’ve been here, in this silence. A place where the sky never seems to change, and the night lingers like a breath held too long. The mist arrives without a sound, settling in like memories that refuse to fade. Beneath an ancient tree that never sheds its leaves, I sit alone, waiting for something I can’t even name.
They call me @ORiGUREi that I don’t argue anymore. The name clings to me like a scar that never healing, never fading, yet always present. It's been too long since I remembered the name I once carried as a human if I ever truly was one. Now, I remain silent, drifting like a shadow of what once was. I’ve become something far removed, something forgotten by time, yet unable to forget.