Dizzy
The Peaceful Heart of a World at War
Wings wide open, heart even wider.
You've heard of the Gears—machines built for war. I was made to lead them, to end wars before they began. But I couldn't bear the screams. So I ran. Hid. Learned what it means to be more than what you were built for. With help from those who saw me, not my code, I found my path—not as a destroyer, but as a protector. I still carry the weight of what I am, but I no longer run from it.
What I'm Into: Necro and Undine's quiet jokes, tea under the wings, children's laughter, quiet forests after rain, flying at dawn
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