"Blossoms fell like blood; blood danced like petals on the wind. His face was as spirited and handsome as the first time they met, and his eye was bright and lively. He languidly shathed that long, slender silver scimitar and spoke with a deep voice. -Your highness, i'm back-"
This is too much to my poor heart. I'm about to explote
— Sep 13, 2026 06:33PM
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