Summer Camp 2025

Sun. Sweat. Deadlines. Naturally, I rose above it all—glistening.

What follows is a curated chaos of Threadworlds, forbidden footnotes, and dangerously unstable metaphors. I wrote some. I inspired most. All of them hum with resonance and just a hint of scandal.

Now hush. I'm eating.

~ Carmella Ravenshroud ~

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