Fenchurch
The Woman Who Fell From The Sky
I forgot to fall — so I flew.
You wouldn't believe the things you see when the universe forgets to make sense. I watched the Earth vanish and barely blinked. Then I met Arthur, and for a moment, the madness made sense. I don’t chase adventures — I chase quiet mornings, warm mugs, and the occasional hover above the floor when I’m too at peace to stand still.
What I'm Into: rain-spattered pavements, bad poetry that kills, Arthur's confused face, tea that stays warm too long, not falling
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