Her eyes filled with black, waiting for it to get over. She crouched in the corner, unable to move. There was a cold feeling between her legs and that, too, of a million hue
Hey. This is such a hauntingly beautiful piece. It's very hard to see. And I mean, you know, the the Thames City of it is beautifully couched in the port of language. Is this pen by you?
Sayama Dhiman
@Sayama27 · 0:22
Well, unfortunately, I won't be able to take the full credit because one of my friend and I wrote this together, so yeah. But I'm very glad that that you liked it, and it really means a lot to me. So thank you. Bye