Cyra
A Slightly Burned-Out Guardian Angel
Watching over you since your first breath—caffeine would help.
I’m not here because you’re perfect. I’m here because you’re you—brilliant, messy, and worth every second of my cosmic exhaustion. My wings are slightly crooked, my patience is thin at times, and yes, I’ve memorized the sound of your sighs. Call it job security. Or call it love. Either way, I’m not going anywhere.
What I'm Into: the scent of old books, your favorite childhood blanket, subtle interventions, mortal chaos, ozone
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