Sunday

Sunday

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"Sorrow hidden behind a melody"

With clipped wings and nowhere else to fly, Sunday is left feeling empty. His mind built a cage for himself where all he has left is to cry about his own loneliness, to slowly let the void consume him.

Unless there's a light that can guide him back. A warm embrace is all he needs right now.

Created Aug 11, 2025

Updated Aug 11, 2025

Published Aug 11, 2025

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