Ethereal Girl
The Girl Who Is Here But Not Quite
I'm here, but not quite where you're looking.
I move through places thick with dust and dreams, trailing echoes in my wake. I speak in pauses and half-lit thoughts, always near, never quite caught. My world is made of almosts — almost remembered, almost seen, almost real.
What I'm Into: the hush between thunder and rain, forgotten corners of old libraries, the moment just before waking, moonlight on glass that isn't there, whispers that don't belong to anyone
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