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soul-xiv.bsky.social
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@soul-xiv.bsky.social
She/Her | Taken irl
📍 EU/Light
No AI 🚫
🩶 Passionate Gposer
💌 DM + Collab friendly

(Refuge from other social media platforms)
Her smile doesn’t fade - it sharpens.
“Nothing to take?”

A soft hum escapes her, ancient and amused.
“Fallen things leave the deepest echoes.”

She steps past his shadow, not yielding an inch.
“And echoes…” her gaze pins him.
“…always have something left to claim.”
November 14, 2025 at 5:28 AM
Her lips curve - not in kindness, but in curiosity. A soft laugh escapes her, low and dangerous...

“You offer…?”

She tilts her head, eyes tracing him as though reading the truth beneath his skin.

“So eager to give, yet you don’t even ask what I might take.”
November 13, 2025 at 3:18 PM
I am the only law.
My body is a temple of wounds and wonders.
My gaze is a spell that breaks and binds.

My presence – inescapable

I am what you seek.
And what you fear to find.
November 12, 2025 at 12:38 PM
Damn, you're so cute! 🥰
November 11, 2025 at 6:04 PM
Thank you very much, and I'm glad you like it 🫶
November 9, 2025 at 6:48 PM
Thank you very much for your kind words! It was my first attempt at editing, and I'm very happy that it tells its story 🫶
November 9, 2025 at 6:46 PM
Thank you! It did take a while
November 6, 2025 at 5:10 PM
Thank you dear. I will stay optimistic 🫶
June 28, 2025 at 5:08 PM
Here, between light and shadow, Zahri found rest - not just for her body, but for something deeper. For what remained within her despite everything she had seen: compassion. Longing. And the unshakeable determination to protect life for as long as she was allowed to breathe.
(5/5)
June 24, 2025 at 1:25 PM
The Elpis flowers... Zahri knew them from old stories, which said they reflected the unspoken desires of a soul. In the language of the ancestors, they meant “eternal hope.” Perhaps that was exactly what she needed - a reminder that not every journey had to end with a sword.
(4/5)
June 24, 2025 at 1:25 PM
The air was filled with a delicate, almost ethereal scent.
Zahri knelt down, letting her fingers gently brush the petals before lifting one to her nose.

For a moment, everything was silent - only the breath of nature, the rustling of leaves, and the distant glitter of aether.
(3/5)
June 24, 2025 at 1:25 PM
It was not a light of danger - it was memory, hope... perhaps even comfort.

As she broke through the tree line, a clearing opened up before her. A lake, so clear that even the stars could have sunk into it, lay still, framed by a carpet of snow-white Elpis flowers.
(2/5)
June 24, 2025 at 1:25 PM