Imagination of a five year old girl, soul of a ninety year old woman…
Veil of Serenity poem, shown on dress:
“The veil of serenity couldn’t mask the reckless heart, and in the depths of nothingness it could be found bleeding precisely where it was deserted.
Beating ferociously, but only for those who cared enough to question and for those who were troubled enough to seek.”
– Brocarde
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