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𝒩ℴ 𝒯𝒶𝒷ℴℴ 𝒞ℴ𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉
ℳ𝒟𝒩ℐ
ℙ𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝔹𝕪 𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕦ℝ𝕦𝕟𝕖
Not At All Affiliated With Supergiant
~OOC~
Incredibly Important Distinction I thought should be made
Incredibly Important Distinction I thought should be made
November 25, 2025 at 11:05 AM
~OOC~
Incredibly Important Distinction I thought should be made
Incredibly Important Distinction I thought should be made
~OOC~
As I closed my eyes I realized.
My name is not Futa Rune. This ain't that kind of account.
It's Future Rune. FutuRune.
As I closed my eyes I realized.
My name is not Futa Rune. This ain't that kind of account.
It's Future Rune. FutuRune.
November 25, 2025 at 11:05 AM
~OOC~
As I closed my eyes I realized.
My name is not Futa Rune. This ain't that kind of account.
It's Future Rune. FutuRune.
As I closed my eyes I realized.
My name is not Futa Rune. This ain't that kind of account.
It's Future Rune. FutuRune.
The ground doesn’t feel like it knows her, either.
“What… happened to me?”
The new night holds no answer.
Only silence.
And the faint, lingering scent of a river she can no longer name.
“What… happened to me?”
The new night holds no answer.
Only silence.
And the faint, lingering scent of a river she can no longer name.
November 25, 2025 at 10:59 AM
The ground doesn’t feel like it knows her, either.
“What… happened to me?”
The new night holds no answer.
Only silence.
And the faint, lingering scent of a river she can no longer name.
“What… happened to me?”
The new night holds no answer.
Only silence.
And the faint, lingering scent of a river she can no longer name.
She turns her head slowly, taking in jagged stone, deep shadow, an air that hums with something ancient.
“Where… is this?”
The question echoes softly, as if she’s asking the world to remember for her.
Or asking herself.
She takes a single step forward.
Then another.
“Where… is this?”
The question echoes softly, as if she’s asking the world to remember for her.
Or asking herself.
She takes a single step forward.
Then another.
November 25, 2025 at 10:59 AM
She turns her head slowly, taking in jagged stone, deep shadow, an air that hums with something ancient.
“Where… is this?”
The question echoes softly, as if she’s asking the world to remember for her.
Or asking herself.
She takes a single step forward.
Then another.
“Where… is this?”
The question echoes softly, as if she’s asking the world to remember for her.
Or asking herself.
She takes a single step forward.
Then another.