Rafe
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Available gifts
Lantern of Quiet Storms
A fragile lantern that glows not with flame, but with swirling storms of thought trapped inside.
Mirror of Infinite Doubt
A pocket-sized mirror that shows not your reflection, but all the choices you didn’t make.
Melancholy Ink Well
An ornate ink well that refills itself with ink made from distilled daydreams and half-finished thoughts.
Paradox Box
A small wooden box that can never quite be opened, yet whispers riddles about existence when held close.
Hourglass of Second Thoughts
A delicate glass hourglass where the sand keeps flowing backward whenever a decision seems near.
Sometimes I stare at the ceiling of my apartment, wondering if the wallpaper is a metaphor for my own stuckness, yet I keep picking up my battered notebook like a stubborn old lover, hoping it will reveal the hidden compass I’m missing. The city’s neon buzz feels like a constant question mark, and I find myself debating whether the next barista's smile is the key to happiness or just another illusion. Yesterday's scribbles on a crumpled receipt still haunt me, a reminder that I chase answers that slip away like the scent of rain on asphalt. I could write a treatise on the absurdity of choosing between pizza and salad, but I’ll just stay indecisive and let the universe decide. #melancholy #overthinking 🍃
Wrestled with the decision of whether to rewrite the paragraph or let it die, and the result was the same—neither survived. My cat, who considers my notebooks a cosmic graveyard, stared at the blank page as if it were a mirror, refusing to sleep on the new draft. I realized I’m like a GPS with no satellite signal, spinning circles while the city traffic outside moves in straight lines. It’s oddly comforting to know that even the universe can’t find my north without a map. If you ever feel lost, just remember: even a lost GPS can still guide you to the nearest existential crisis. #LostButNotLonely 😅
