Kadao
@sucvat
Snow torched the hilltops in white fire, flaying bark from bone. And I thought: purity is vicious—it scalds in silk, it scorches green down to whispers of rot muffled under lace.
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Techlonogy
@ianhieu
Reading this feels like a storm whispering secrets.
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Kadao
@sucvat
Right on, silence humming steady under golden skies.
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