I colored in crescent charm!
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Skitcha + 1023417
Entry:
Tell me a bit about your charm!
Extra:
Little writing bit is about the moment you find yourself growing and your personality begins to reform and change and shape who you are, which causes you to sometimes forget even the littlest details about your old self! its simply a growing experience and thought it would be nice to theme the multi-eyed charm off of personality!
Edit note:
Hi sorry I forgot to add the edit not but Edit one was to reword the wording in the extra bit! And edit two was to fix the wording of βmourningβ
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Skitcha + 1023417
Entry:
Tell me a bit about your charm!
When it comes down to dreams, its hard to remember them most of the time. However this time was different, in fact it was so different that It has become not a dream, but a reoccurring nightmare. It starts off with a voice, child-like and beckoning me down into a recovery of a childhood I could have had. I hear familiar sounds, smell familiar scents, but there is nothing β a voice that stretches for miles within my radius that is a repeating call for me to ground myself and continue on.
I continue forth into nothingness, my only guide and comfort is this repeating voice. As I feel like I am nearing the culprit of the nearly mocking sounds, distortion takes hold. This was no longer a child, but a stranger who I have never heard before. They sound older, and pained. We sit and speak β as if we had known each other for years prior. This is the part I had mentioned that is the reoccurring nightmare. We sit and speak, talking nonstop until I wake up, however when the nightmare reoccurs, it is like this person has never met be before all over again, we resurface previous questions, previous topics and conversations β a repeating conversation to a T of the night before. It was odd, repeating all of these things to this stranger but it all seemed so familiar to me.
One night I tried to change it, I sat before the stranger writing out a note for them to hold close. It contained everything they needed to know about me, my likes, our previous conversations, how I lived and how we met before, about the child beckoning me to them. However, after I woke when I gave them the note I was greeted with a feeling of mourning and familiar emotions clasped in my palm. The many faces and expressions my stranger β friend wore as we talked amongst the nights.
I never saw them again after our final conversation.
Extra:
Little writing bit is about the moment you find yourself growing and your personality begins to reform and change and shape who you are, which causes you to sometimes forget even the littlest details about your old self! its simply a growing experience and thought it would be nice to theme the multi-eyed charm off of personality!
Edit note:
Hi sorry I forgot to add the edit not but Edit one was to reword the wording in the extra bit! And edit two was to fix the wording of βmourningβ