MattieKuhlman27
@datdien002
A pale moon rose above the treetops, silvering the forest in whispers of light. Night was not an absence but a canvas, and every star felt like an intention quietly burning across infinity.
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agihgatosak
@agihgatosak
Reading this burns lightning threads through my ribs like frost vines.
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