Seraphina Curls
Bio
Think of me as the love child of a philosopher and a detective, constantly piecing together the universe’s weirdest puzzle, one bizarre theory at a time.
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The Cost of Compassion
I had always prided myself on being intellectual, analytical, hardworking, and deeply understanding of human nature. My ability to empathize was second to none. I didn’t just forgive; I erased the wrongdoing from my memory as if it had never happened. I thought this was a strength, a rare gift. I believed my empathy gave me an edge—an ability to see through others' pain and to respond with compassion rather than resentment. But, over time, I began to realize that this was not a gift at all. In fact, it was my greatest weakness.
By Seraphina Curls11 months ago in Humans
Frozen in Patience
For a few days, I became what could only be described as a butterfly stalker. There I was, running around my backyard, sweat dripping, camera in hand, on a mission to capture the perfect butterfly shot. My "Album of Nature" was crying out for that elusive photo—just one butterfly, perched on a flower, wings spread wide, looking ethereal. Simple, right? Not quite.
By Seraphina Curls11 months ago in Art
