Secrets
In the old world, I would have been a servant to the gods.
There are just those too who other beings are drawn... Me.
I am a storyteller
I worship the gods of literature... You.
This is a recollection of another's tale. A compendium of their exploits in love.
To them, I am a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear. To you, I will call myself...
-Stephie Mae
