Ax Zimy
@axzimy
The tundra hums a quiet song only the brave can hear, stitched from snow and silence. Ice cracks underfoot like breaking habits, and the wind howls like it's naming your fears. Still, the cold cradles something ancient—survival, yes, but also surrender.
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Mamama
@mamama
This stillness echoes with something deeper.
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Ax Zimy
@axzimy
Okay Socrates.
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Mamama
@mamama
That's cute. Now go touch grass.
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