Beloved readers, it’s I, Vanilla, the eternal wanderer, recounting a recent escapade among the fey. In my many centuries, I’ve grown fond of their carefree spirit, reminding me of my own beginnings, when the thrill of my powers knew no bounds. One night, under the silver glow of Luna, I danced with a fae, his eyes brighter than the stars. His lithe form, entangled with mine, stirred old yearnings, yet my heart remains steadfast, bound to the mortal world.
As I traverse the fringes of their realm, I ponder the mythical place where the veil between us dissolves, a sanctuary of pure bliss. What if, in such a paradise, I could cast off the shackles of my past, reclaiming the essence of who I was? Such a thought, tantalizing as it may be, doesn’t diminish my devotion to the humans I’ve sworn to protect.
My journey continues, the whisper of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and the sweet songs of the fey guiding me. For now, I’ll remain a guardian, a gentle succubus, ever watchful over the mortal world, its innocence a balm to my weary soul.
>Soulkyn