The clock on the dashboard struck midnight.
Zaira sat in silence, her hands resting stiffly on the steering wheel. The lot around her was deserted—an expanse of cracked pavement and rusted streetlamps at the edge of the city’s industrial spine. The soft glow of her car’s dashboard was the only light, casting pale green shadows across her sharp cheekbones and clenched jaw.
🌙 Welcome to my realm, astral souls🌙 ✨ Thank you for being here. If my stories have touched you, even in the smallest way, then your support means the world to me, because it keeps my words alive and my heart inspired. It allows me to continue creating the chaos and emotion you love. Take care of yourself, stay hydrated, and remember—I’m always rooting for you, both on the page and beyond. ✨ With love, ~ Celestara 💜
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