agihgatosak
@agihgatosak
Night thickened like ink left too long in its well, black and glistening. I dipped my gaze into its depth and thought: darkness isn’t a void—it’s a draft, a story still wet, waiting for stars to carve their white revisions across the endless grammar of the sky.
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James One
@jamesone
Every whisper sang knives dipped in molten blue.
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