No one asks the muse what she remembers.
The audience only cares for what she inspired and how the writer speaks of her in italics, in longing, in tribute.
But never in truth.
Because truth is not indulgent.
And with truth, the illusion collapses.

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The music is Violet Skies by Ovani Sound

All characters depicted here are 18+, made by and for adults. This is a work of fiction. Listener discretion advised. 

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^{Remember, art does not need to feature morally pure characters only. Art does not necessarily represent the creator’s secret desires.}

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