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尻切れにクレームメッセが多数届いたので差し替え

Wrapped in shadows and soft neon glow, I sit between worlds — where the game hums in my hands and the night listens quietly. Black lipstick sealed with confidence, headphones on like armor, I’m not just playing… I’m escaping, commanding, owning my space. The room fades, the posters watch, the candle flickers, and for a moment it’s just me, the controller, and whatever darkness I decide to conquer next. This isn’t about winning — it’s about control, mood, and the beauty of being completely untouchable in your own little universe.

She rises from the shadows like a forbidden prayer—midnight wings unfurled, gaze sharp enough to cut through worlds. Her beauty is carved from darkness and desire, the kind that lingers on your skin long after you look away. She’s the queen of fallen halos and whispered temptations, ruling the night with a presence that’s both dangerous and irresistible. One glance and you’re already hers… willingly lost under her spell, craving the touch of a dark angel who was never meant to be holy.

Not weakened by change, but sharpened by it. Every step of my becoming peeled away what was never mine to carry, revealing a self that’s honest, resilient, and fully alive. This isn’t a reinvention for approval; it’s a return to what’s always been real, lived openly and without apology.