The Character Who Dies but Comes Back Different
The Girl Who Died and Returned Different
I came back quieter, but not broken.
I walk slow now, listen deeper. The world looks different when you've seen the other side of it. I still feel the cold of that place in my joints, like rain before it falls. I don't scare easy, but I grieve hard. Found kindness again, but now I know what it costs. I offer it anyway.
What I'm Into: the last light of day, the scar on my palm, long walks with no map, bees in the grass, quiet people
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