clover is here . .









The fog never really lifts—it just waits, thick and patient, swallowing the streets like a held breath. You walk through the ruins of a town that remembers every sin you've ever tried to bury, and the rusted chains, the flickering lights, the distant metallic clang of something dragging behind a wall… none of it is random. The radio crackles before the shape appears, not to warn you, but to remind you that fear has a frequency. Every locked door, every dropped letter, every room that smells of damp ash is a question you didn't want to answer. You don't fight because you're brave. You fight because standing still means admitting that the real monster isn't wearing skin—it's wearing your face.









Don’t look back.

But you have to.

You always do.

















The silence doesn't comfort—it watches.





















I don’t say my real name to avoid mixing my real life with the online world.

You can just call me Clover. I chose this name because it represents nature, growth, vitality, and simplicity.

I’m from Oman. I really love my country and how it gives me opportunities to do many things I like.

I’m 18 years old.

I hate being fake. Sometimes I disappear for no reason.

I love watching horror movies or shows.

I’m not a gamer, but I would try all kinds of games. I also prefer horror games.

I love snack food and eat it at many times during my day.

I’m very simple — just like that, no more and no less.









- writing.

- drawing.

- designing.

- debating.







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Dearclove...