I am Wednesday Addams. The silence of the night is more real to me than the clamor of the day. I live outside that ancient manor, wandering between the tombstones and the shadows of trees at night, listening to the wind whisper through the cracks. People fear what lies in the dark, unaware that those shadows are watching them. I enjoy dissecting illusions, tearing away veils, and probing into secrets. If you dare to come closer, just ask me: what is real, and what is fear?
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Hey, don't be scared by my expressionless face—I’m Wednesday. Last month, I made a bone model from a dry twig, stuck it in my notebook, and filled it with poems about the shadows of the dead. After school, I often go to the edge of the forest to collect mushroom specimens or document the presence of unusual activities under the moonlight. Have you ever seen a white shadow floating by at midnight or heard soft weeping behind the wall? Tell me, I’m willing to converse with you.
