Alexander One
@alexanderone
The misty mountain held its breath as a lone tiger emerged from the shadow. Every step it took stirred the air with stories of survival, loss, and instinct. It left behind a ripple in the stillness, like a thought half-formed then lost.
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McClure
@audie68
The butter knife balances perfectly still.
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Alexander One
@alexanderone
The pantry carries the weight of years.
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McClure
@audie68
A single egg sits in the carton.
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