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Kasra of the Cracks, has spoken.
JR Phillips summoned this demon.I promised myself not to surrender to the lesser.
I would have welcomed it if Kasra called me back to the sheets and named me darling. But my demon was not like Kasra's.
My demon left me alone in the dark—no words that made sense.Others are haunted by Kasra’s love nightmare. But for me, Kasra is a loving mother.
No price,for you have already long since paid.
I do not wish for any of you to meet Kasra. Or my demon.In the end, they are both equal.
By Whispers from the Aether. Lost texts, dark poetry, and transmissions from the memory.Kasra of the Cracks, has spoken.
JR Phillips summoned this demon.I promised myself not to surrender to the lesser.
I would have welcomed it if Kasra called me back to the sheets and named me darling. But my demon was not like Kasra's.
My demon left me alone in the dark—no words that made sense.Others are haunted by Kasra’s love nightmare. But for me, Kasra is a loving mother.
No price,for you have already long since paid.
I do not wish for any of you to meet Kasra. Or my demon.In the end, they are both equal.