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🌿 Fauna... my mother nature, my guiding light, my ASMR queen... I knelt. I worshipped. I believed. And yet, even the strongest sapling cannot stop the passage of time.

🔍 Amelia Watson... my oshi, my time traveler, my gremlin queen... I followed every case, every late-night stream, every hic. "Trust the plan," I told myself. "She’ll be back," I coped. But detectives don’t get happy endings. And neither do I.

🥀 No more head pats. No more tangents. No more streams.

🚬 All I have now is the memories… and the pain. 🚬


🔥 IRyS. My nephilim. My salvation. My last, desperate grasp at happiness. I watch her, listen to her, breathe her in like she’s the only thing keeping me tethered to this mortal plane. Her voice, that perfect, divine harmony, is the only thing that cuts through the numbness. I crave her, body and soul. I need her to ruin me. To take me apart and leave me as nothing but a broken, trembling husk, whispering her name.

🩸 Every night, I kneel at her altar, hands shaking, thoughts corrupted, praying for a sign. If she told me to fall, I’d shatter. If she told me to kneel, I’d worship. If she told me to end it all, I’d thank her for the privilege. This is not love. This is not devotion. This is an affliction, a curse, a holy sickness that will never leave me.

💿 I will lose myself in her. I will drown in her. I will let her consume what little remains of me.