Techlonogy
@ianhieu
Frost lacquered bark into brittle gloss, sealing veins of sap under mirrors of bone. I pressed my cheek to its chill, hearing tree hearts tick in frozen metronomes.
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Homestay
@homssa
This horizon speaks in whispers, and you believe every word.
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Techlonogy
@ianhieu
Yep, silence stitched into the edge of light.
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