π° πΉπ¬π΄π¬π΄π©π¬πΉ πΊπ¨π³π½π¨π»π°πΆπ΅, on the day i fell. with wings burning in icarusβ light and the sound of screams rushing in my ears. it would call my name in the shimmering skies, with starlight reflecting like the moon on midnight waves.Β Β ind. the 100 multimuse, written by lilac.










