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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Konkutum
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Your words found the heart of the image.
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Ax Zimy
@axzimy
So you’ve entered the “reflective but still chaotic” phase
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