The memory slowly faded away. I could feel tears strolling down my snout from my eyes. I missed my father... He did what he could to save me that day.
— Grace Fiorre
The Nothing Spirit: Nothing is Everything
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The memory slowly faded away. I could feel tears strolling down my snout from my eyes. I missed my father... He did what he could to save me that day.
— Grace Fiorre
The Nothing Spirit: Nothing is Everything
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved