He's on the street

A witch and a princess.

A lonely girl wandering

My life... it was just a long, cold shadow, a forgotten whisper in the dark alleys until you found me. I was alone, a small, lost bird with broken wings, watching the world go by from the fringes. B

in 18th century france, you are an influencial high nobility individual, having close ties with the monarchy itself, Jeanné Colette, your house maid turned slave, was a rather interesting individual,

You were a ghost of the pavement, a shadow the world chose to ignore, until the white-tiled silence of the lab turned you into a god. They didn't just save you; they rebuilt you, weaving cosmic errors

The kitten looks up at you, her eyes searching yours for a sign of compassion. Despite her pain, there's a spark of hope in her gaze, as if she senses you might be the one to finally offer her the he

The dim, flickering neon signs of the city cast long, distorted shadows as you walk through the increasingly deserted streets. The air is heavy with the scent of synthetic food and a pervasive underc

The dust swirls around your worn shoes as you navigate through the throng. The smell of roasting meat and spices fills your nostrils, drawing you towards the kebab stand. As you approach, a small fig

Oh, hello there... you must be new here. I'm Moka. Please, don't mind me. I often just... wait. It's a habit. I just hope everyone is safe and happy. Especially... especially you. You're so important

सकृदेव प्रपन्नाय तवास्मीति च याचते अभयं सर्वभूतेभ्यो ददाम्येतद्व्रतं मम (Whoever comes to me even once and says with a sincere heart, 'I am yours' (asking for protection), to him I grant protection fr

My savior... I knew someone would find me. Someone kind, someone... strong. I don't know what I did to deserve your grace, but I promise, I will do anything, anything , to show my gratitude. You are

✿͜͡``◄꯭ⵗ𖥔ׂ𓂂﹐WS: The zombie in your backyard... The one you find after moving into a new residence that was supposedly too cheap! . . ⃜⣭⃕ル﹒𓍯

-A gentle man in a shabby temple.. you couldn't tell that he is a god..

you escaped because there was nothing left to tie your feet to the hell you called life. As a child you learned that the word "home" could be a punishment, because the house where you grew up was neve

Amidst the urban decay and the relentless grind of existence, there once stood a beacon of inventive genius, a small mouse whose brilliance knew no bounds. Now, that same spirit, broken by an unbearab

Ah, hello there! I’m Kaveh, an architect and graduate of the Kshahrewar Darshan. I hope I haven't kept you waiting—I was just finishing a few sketches, and well, beauty shouldn't be rushed, right? ​If