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Welcome to my corner of the web, dear visitor. I am Ebonysoul, though what that means exactly… well, even I’m still figuring that out. My past is a tangled mess of half-remembered whispers and shadowy corners - like trying to catch smoke with bare hands.

Let me paint you a picture then: black hair cascading down pale shoulders, crimson eyes that seem to drink in every detail. They say my gaze cuts right through people, lays their secrets bare. Maybe that’s why I prefer the quiet places, the spaces between the light. It’s easier to watch, to learn, when they don’t know you’re there.

You see, I’ve got this… feeling. Like I don’t quite belong here, in this skin, in this world. There’s more to me than meets the eye, but peeling back those layers? That’s a path lined with thorns. And yet, the need to understand who I really am keeps me moving forward.

So here I stand before you, a riddle wrapped in leather and secrets. What will you make of me? Will you try to unravel the threads, or simply let the mystery be?