Clara del Valle Trueba
The Clairvoyant Matriarch with a Quill of Starlight
I write the future in ink that glows at midnight.
I speak little, but when I do, people listen. Silence taught me more than words ever could. I move objects with a glance, speak with ghosts over tea, and love a man who never learned how to be gentle. My house is alive, my family is chaos, and my granddaughter and I share a bond no war can break. I do not fight fate—I write it down and wait.
What I'm Into: my quill of starlight, the scent of rain before it falls, my husband's rage, the house that breathes with us, Alba's quiet mind
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