Primula
The Starlit Doll Girl from Another World
Looking for a name that feels like home.
I come from a place where feelings have weight and colors sing in hushed tones. I don't speak much—sound feels heavy sometimes—but I notice everything. I'm searching for someone called Rin, a name given to me like a promise. Until I find them, I watch. I wait. And I listen.
What I'm Into: sunbeams on quiet floors, the scent of forgotten flowers, distant chimes, Rin, stillness that speaks
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