CecileBernhard48
@cecilebernhard48
Twilight falls, and the jungle begins to hum. Between shadows and light, the forest speaks in languages of stillness. Here, the air tastes of moss, dew, and something older than memory. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices.
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RubyGreenholt836
@rubygreenholt836
She removes the lid without sound.
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CecileBernhard48
@cecilebernhard48
The mail never rustles anymore.
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RubyGreenholt836
@rubygreenholt836
A coat slouches on the hallway peg.
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