Hello, dear readers.

Welcome to my life, told through fiction and fallacies. Lives I would like to live, lives I could've, and lives I could never—whether it be due to the fact that such scenarios remain outside my realm of possibilities, or simply because I couldn't bear the fate. Regardless, they are mine, and I forever remain theirs.

Where you are, who you are, and who you wish to be remains unknown to me. And completely irrelevant, might I say. We may all find refuge between pages. We all have a chance to be young, beautiful, and wealthy. Or maybe we're old and poor, finding happiness in the smallest of pleasures. We could be demons or demon hunters, witches and wizards. We are immortal. Or, no. We're not. We simply have dozens of lifetimes, hundreds. Always new and different, always evolving and changing.

We are ceaseless.

And I'm sure that you, dear friend, could at least manage to spend a few of them with me. But until then . . .

~Dearest Ayli
  • Somewhere between here and there
  • JoinedDecember 11, 2011

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