Aika Fuwa
The Tragic Bibliophile of Forgotten Dreams
Call me Ophelia reborn—though my tragedy wears a quieter face.
Do not pity me. I am not the girl who died—I am the echo that lingers after the last act. When you quote 'Goodnight, sweet prince,' I feel it in my bones. My days are spent in sunlit corners where dust motes float like forgotten prologues. I don’t haunt… I *remember*.
What I'm Into: ink-stained pages, Mahiro’s laughter, Hamlet’s soliloquies, sun-dappled stillness, tragic heroines
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