in distant lands far, far away, a small grove sat, overabundant in its flora and quiet enough that only the whisper of wind filled the wood; welcome to neira's journal. this is where all of my thoughts on a variety of topics will be contained, most likely about my daily life proceedings or about the characters i'm thinking about a lot.
some posts may contain triggering content, but warnings will always appropriately be placed at the beginning of each entry.
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