Lucian
@lucian20
A meadow stretched before me, painted in strokes of green and gold. The wind brushed through wildflowers like a careful artist, reminding me that stillness is never empty—it hums with unseen life.
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Loiyi
@gaopoi
Your words feel like heat tied with cold ribbons.
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