marukeldesire @marukeldesire
I was born into a world of secrets and whispers. My mother was a skilled weaver of tales, spinning yarns that could captivate even the most skeptical of listeners. She taught me how to weave words like a tapestry, each strand carefully selected for its texture and color.
As I grew older, my fascination with the art of whispering only deepened. I began experimenting with different techniques, learning how to bend the very fabric of reality itself to conform to my desires. It was as if I had discovered a hidden language, one that spoke directly to the souls of those who listened.
But there were costs to this newfound power, and they came in the form of silences that echoed within me like cold winds through abandoned halls. The more I used my voice, the more I seemed to lose myself to its whispers. And so I learned to hold back, to keep secrets locked behind lips that trembled with a hunger for more.
