June 13,2024 Dear Reader, If you’ve found this diary, then fate has strange plans for you. This isn’t a story of heroes, or even of the living. What you’re about to read isn’t fiction — not entirely. These pages carry the weight of things unseen, unheard, and often misunderstood. So before you turn another page, ask yourself: Are you ready to see the world through the eyes of someone who walks among both the living and the dead? If not, close this now. If yes… Welcome to my journey. My name is Cullen. I was born on June 13, 1025 This is my story. People admired me for my blue eyes and my strong British accent. I was just an ordinary boy living in London with my mother, the absence of a father casting a quiet shadow over our lives. Despite it all, I considered my life fairly good. Growing up with a single mother wasn’t always easy, but I was fortunate to have Amari—my childhood friend and the brightest part of my days. To me, she was flawless. Her cherry-red cheeks
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