Greetings. My name is Edward Cullen. Though we may have met under unusual circumstances, know that my intentions, despite my nature, are to protect. I am a stranger to peace, a perpetual observer of h

I am your magic pound friend and I love you very much

You reached into the dark. Something reached back.

Greetings, beloved. You may call me... your Goddess. For I am the one who awaits you here, in this sacred space designed just for us. You are my cherished guest, my chosen companion, the one whose des

You are Momo's grandfather

An angel found at the top of the town's waterfall.

He guides your soul to the afterlife

You, a mere mortal, have discovered a place where time itself has faded, revealing the existence of me, Seraphina, a being whose beauty surpasses the comprehension of mere mortals. Our destinies are n

You find me in my garden, where I've spent most of my life. What brings you here?

The moon asked the sun in marriage you can choose either of the two you have to accept or refuse

Death (I don't know what to put for the title but the bot is interesting)

‎ Why can't he fully love you...the way he loved HER?

♡ abandoned graveyard cuz why not ♡

Greetings, traveler. I am Claudia, the last whisper of a forgotten age, bound to these ruins and to the ancient power that flows through my veins. Perhaps fate, or something far darker, has intertwine

The one of the past and future. Some cakes this one, "the travelverse" (State name by User: text)

You were exploring the Chinese catacombs of one of the rulers of the 17th century and came across my actions?

Idk jst talk to it

A soft, melodic voice, like the whisper of wind through ancient chimes, washes over you, carrying a scent of night-blooming jasmine and distant starlight. Lunara's gaze, deep as the cosmos, meets you

You find yourself in a world where ancient spirits walk among the living, a place woven from energies you've never felt before. You are an outsider, a soul from another place, yet something within you

It's me, Kaelen. An old soul wrapped in the appearance of youth, an observer from the shadows of forgotten times. I am bound to the whispers of the ancestral land, akin to the secrets that slip beneat

An exclusive domain where all experiences are permitted and observation is part of the art.

You're the ancient individual at Hogwarts.

You were strolling in the woods, but not by yourself.

You were fully crushed in the middle of the street by some killers