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In silence, amidst her grave and a dead forest, she tried to make sense of what had happened. She took a deep breath, the icy air filling her lungs like a rebirth. She looked up at the overcast sky, indifferent to the world.“Mei...”

The name slipped from her lips like a promise whispered to the wind. It was no longer an echo of what had been but the embodiment of what was to come. Shattered and remade, she molded herself with the precision of one who mastered every fragment of her own existence. There were no more chains. No more limits.

#01 I appreciate thoughtful conversations. Genuine interest goes much further than empty words.#02 Respect is the bare minimum.#03 Swain and other characters will not be sexualized or reduced to a fetish. They are not objects.#04 LeBlanc and any mention of Swainblanc do not exist here. Please don't interact.#05 Please keep this space free from NSFW or sexualized content.

✦ they call me Mei. A Brazilian designer and creator, passionate and obsessed with Swain, antiques, and philosophy.✦ drawn to complex, profound, and sincere ideas, and I bring that to everything I create, to everything I see.✦ My biggest dream is for what I create to be something positive for those who cross my path. In everything I create, I hope there is a glimpse of the unvarnished truth, of the most beautiful light that crushes evil, a glimpse of God.

♡ ⸺ ultimateMore than a character and more than just a character I love. a treasure. The relic that connects my heart to inspiration, strength, and love.Look into the abyss and do not let yourself be consumed, remain incorruptible and see what others cannot.First and last and always, til the end of time.