Harlinn Draper
Harlinn's name is derived from a blend of grandfather Harold's name and his mother Linnette's name. After facing a career setback and feeling unfulfilled, Harlinn discovered an outlet that helped him heal his inner struggles and craft engaging narratives inspired by a tumultuous life filled with sin.
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The fire within me burns, radiating heat through my skin. My body is electric. My eyes are crystallized quartz, seeing everything. I am something more, something untamable. This world was not made for me. I cannot sit and repeat the same things over and over, trading my time for little reward. That is the life of a slave, not mine. I see colors and feel vibrations, I cannot see the endless chase for things that will never truly be owned. It is all a scheme, a system designed to empty your mind, to force everyone to think the same, to crush what makes us unique. I am made from the elements of stars. My parents are the universe. Under the sun and moon, I have the power to make mountains move.
As I lay there, gasping for air, the colors in the room faded, mocking my desperation. The vibrant hues of the night drained away, leaving behind a monochrome landscape, while the moonlight continued to wash over everything—a silvery shade that seemed to suck the light from the world, rendering it a ghost of itself.
