KINDRED SOULS: ZALĘMEIR THRAYE

ୡ .. OPEN PATH:

Any requests regarding muse, name display, biography, or typing style. Staying up late until 01.00 WIB. Move platform WhatsApp, LINE. In Character Idol, AU characters. Group session. Listening date. Game date on Telegram and Plato. Food & Drink date. Pictures of Activity (with no face).

ୡ .. ENCHANTED WELCOME:

Ancient libraries have always fascinated me, quiet beneath layers of moonlight, impossibly delicate, as though even the slightest touch might disturb centuries of silence. Yours, however, feels like the final page of a forgotten novel: the kind people spend lifetimes searching for without realizing it was never meant to be found so easily. There is something beautiful about the way your existence lingers—soft as forgotten perfume beneath layers of winter fabric, persistent as candlelight surviving the final hours of midnight. Even silence begins to lose its emptiness after carrying traces of you.

And perhaps love was never meant to arrive loudly. Instead it was always supposed to look like two exhausted souls finding strange comfort beneath the same constellation, pretending the universe had not carefully aligned them from the very beginning. Doesn't this all feel like a story the universe has whispered before? I often find myself thanking the stars for guiding you toward me, here of all places, at the exact moment my soul needed something gentle.

Loving someone has never felt difficult to me. What has always frightened me is the possibility of becoming temporary in somebody's heart. Perhaps that is why I love so carefully. Like handling fragile glass beneath trembling hands, terrified that one careless movement could ruin something irreplaceable. I suppose my heart was never made for half loved things. I may be only one among billions of hearts existing in this universe, but believe me, if there is anything my soul will never grow tired of, it is finding its way back to you.