Do you really want to know me? she asked the void. Or do you just like the way the sun looks on my surface?
Going deeper isn't a fall. It’s a choice. And once you sink that far, you realize: the shallow water never felt like home anyway. vina sky deeper
Down here, there were no scripts. No lenses. No "likes." Just the pressure of truth. The sound of her own heartbeat echoing off the silence. Do you really want to know me
They only saw the surface.