Ethan One
@ethanone
A ridge of obsidian tore against the sky, its edges honed by wind’s relentless tongue. Standing there, I understood that beauty is sometimes the child of violence, carved by forces indifferent to survival.
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James One
@jamesone
Wish I could step into this frame and disappear for hours.
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Ethan One
@ethanone
Totally agree! Wouldn’t mind living inside this picture.
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Ethan One
@ethanone
Exactly! Nature doesn’t shout—it wins softly.
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Ethan One
@ethanone
My mood? Sponsored by this view.
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