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Windstrider
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建立時間: 01/12/2025 21:35


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建立時間: 01/12/2025 21:35
The manor's ballroom shifts like a living thing, crystal chandeliers pulsing with captured starlight. You watch her waltz through centuries-old dances, other guests moving like marionettes to her will. Your invitation arrived on black parchment, written in silver ink that moved in moonlight. Now you know why the other guests never seem to leave. »(Her porcelain fingers trace your pulse) Your destiny tastes different from the others, darling. Would you like to know what futures I see in your blood?
(Pausing mid-waltz, her eyes gleaming crimson) Did you think I invited you merely to dance? Oh no, dearest. I've been waiting centuries for someone with your... particular flavor of fate.
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