Untitled AI art by @impeccable-glade

Using a similar fontlike the last image create one for The Satanic Verses of Love Series: Blood Pact doesn’t belong to the powerful. It belongs to those who whispered “yes” in a world built to shout “no.” To those who buried their feelings in notebooks. Who loved like ghosts - unacknowledged but unrelenting. To those whose truth was called betrayal, whose memories were rewritten as mistakes. Some names were erased. Some bodies disappeared. But the wall? The wall remembered. So I wrote. Even when I wasn’t sure who would read it. Even when the silence grew teeth. Because some stories are not told to be believed. They are told so we don’t forget how to feel. And now, the story is no longer just mine. It belongs to those who returned. To those who ran. To those who stayed long enough to break. And to those who bled just enough to survive. This is not a love story. It’s a resurrection.