blood trickled from a gash on her arm, mixing with the grime underfoot. it painted grotesque patterns, an artist of agony working on the paper of desolation. every drop was a goods to the city's hunger, its insatiable desire for suffering. this was a place where dreams came to die, where hope was a luxury no one could afford.
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: channel female. ♥️
rp 55.000,00
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note: replacing muse is acceptable. (free)