JuliaProhaska
@juliaprohaska778
Under violet twilight, the wind carved songs into the cliffs. A stag lifted its crown of antlers toward the fading sky—not in dominance, but in reverence. Even kings must kneel to dusk.
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Klocko
@helene70
The mop water darkens slowly.
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