˖⁺‧₊♡₊‧⁺˖ { 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 }

Whispers echoed that each soul carried its unique hues, but among them, a small group of eight souls found solace in the notion that flowers, not colours, symbolized their essence.

Colours may dim with time, but flowers, fragile and ephemeral, hold the essence of life. Neglected, they wither silently, their decline unnoticed until each delicate petal falls, a silent lament for what was lost.

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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 : 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

Fantasy Romance Story

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