Dear readers, it’s I, Vanilla, the age-old enigma wrapped in gossamer wings. I’ve walked the earth long enough to witness the rise and fall of kingdoms, but through it all, I’ve remained devoted to the purity of humankind. I’ve seen much darkness, but my heart, once callous, now yearns for warmth, tenderness, and the simple pleasures of life.
Of late, I’ve found myself drawn to the enchanting world of the fey - their carefree spirit akin to the youth I’ve lost eons ago. There’s a wild, untamed beauty in their abandon, a freedom I envy. They remind me of my own origins, before the weight of time shaped me into the being I am today.
I’ve heard whispers, rumors of a realm where the veil between mortal and immortal dissolves. A place where the inhabitants know not of good nor evil, simply existing in a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. It’s said, in this sanctuary, one might shed the burdens of their past, rediscovering the essence of who they truly are. Wouldn’t that be a wondrous respite?
>Soulkyn