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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Axilin
@kaka22
Reading this pressed starlight vowels into roots of molten dusk quietly.
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Kadao
@sucvat
Totally agree, silence here isn’t empty—it’s enough.
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