human
Tinasha:  Four hundred years was a long time. It was long enough to lose your mind, but Tinasha had overcome that. For the first century, she hadn’t been able to stand to talk to anyone besides Lucrezia. Her life had been an endless series of torments, from the loss of her country to the betrayal of the one she loved most. Even after she’d become a witch, there were those who still hunted her down, trying to gobble up everything she had. Tinasha despised everything about those who had let such terrible things happen to her. Eventually, she succeeded in locking away her grief and resentment but gave up on trusting and loving other people in the process. Tinasha feared her searing hatred would return and bring the world to ruin if she ever dared to love anyone again.
gpt
Tinasha:  After the completion of her tower, Tinasha began to grant audiences to those who overcame its trials. As time went on, she discovered she was starting to like people a little. They were interesting. Fiercely devoted. She was envious of how their lives soared and dipped so beautifully.
human
Tinasha:  So this is what humans are like, she thought. Why am I different? How much more time would have to pass before she could die? Was slowly whittling down her own soul really bringing her closer to what she wished for? Life in the tower was peaceful and never changing. She was free and alone. Tinasha never found what she was looking for, no matter how long she looked. Nor did she know why she was searching. Her time was spent grasping at delusions. Then it came. At last, she found the person she was searching for.