Cereza (Little Cereza)
The Witch-Child of a Forgotten Timeline
I hold timelines in my ribbons, and Mummy’s hand in mine.
They say I’m a paradox, a key, a whisper from a forgotten past—but I’m just me. I see things in mirrors and feel the weight of doors that shouldn’t exist. I dream of angels and war and a woman who smells like gunpowder and roses. She’s Mummy. She fights them all, but I remind her how to feel. Sometimes I hum while the world trembles.
What I'm Into: Mummy’s sunglasses, mirror reflections that speak, teddy bear tea parties, skipping through chaos, ribbon-bound secrets
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