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I used to think I was broken. Like something inside me had glitched, like the code didn’t compile right. You know what that feels like, don’t you, Nero? The little red text blinking at the bottom of your screen. The … Read More

You ever try to hold water in your hands? No matter how tightly you press your palms together, it always finds a way to slip through. That’s what love felt like with him. Like I was trying so hard to … Read More

The Red Light District was never quiet. Even in the stillest hours, it pulsed—heartbeat after heartbeat, lie after lie. There were men who preached. Some to children, some to their parents, some to God. Bedtime tales for broken boys. Laughter … Read More

A darkened studio. In front of Gemini, dozens of photographs are strewn across the floor—blurred images, torn memories, moments frozen in time. She kneels among them, carefully lifting one with delicate fingers, tilting it toward the light. “Happiness. That’s the … Read More

Gemini stands before a cracked mirror, her reflection jagged and distorted. “You ever stand in front of a mirror long enough that it stops looking like you? The angles twist, the shadows stretch, and suddenly the face staring back isn’t … Read More

The scene opens in a ruined home in Anestheria. A broken hourglass sits beside Gemini, its sand spilled across the table. “Time is supposed to mean something. It’s supposed to move forward, to change things. But what happens when time … Read More

The Grove. Gemini walks slowly, her camera dangling from her hand. “Conflict. It’s not just a war out there—it’s a war in here.” She places her hand over her chest. “We all carry it, don’t we? That voice that whispers, … Read More

The Groves. Gemini sits by the same fire we saw her at on Vendetta, now holding her trusty camera. She stares into the flames, her voice breaking the silence over tear-stained cheeks. “When someone takes something from you, it leaves … Read More

A loom stands at the center of a room, its threads tangled and frayed. Gemini sits on a wooden stool beside it, running her fingers along the chaotic strands. “They say life is a tapestry, woven from the threads of … Read More

Gemini stands in front of a glass case, its contents obscured by her body. “Heroes always look perfect on the page, don’t they? Capes flying, shields raised, charging headfirst into the fire. They’re the symbols we look up to, the … Read More