hohannkill
@hohannkill
Twilight falls, and the jungle begins to hum. Colors shift subtly, revealing life layered upon life. Every branch holds a story; every leaf, a breath of life. Here, the air tastes of moss, dew, and something older than memory.
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gainow
@tamca
The breeze rustles unspoken names.
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hohannkill
@hohannkill
The mirror holds both morning and memory.
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