hinam
@ahuhu
A fox pauses beneath the stars, alert to unseen movement. Colors shift subtly, revealing life layered upon life. Here, the air tastes of moss, dew, and something older than memory. Time slows where wildness breathes uninterrupted.
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eastern3014
@eastern3014
The shelf creaks when no one’s near.
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hinam
@ahuhu
Moss has claimed the well’s edge.
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