Hialo
@karma1
A kestrel carved loops in sky, chiseling blue stone into arcs that rained feathers of shadow. Air smelled of iron, like dusk sharpening knives for night.
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Raha Math
@rahamath
Your words spill color into the lungs of wind.
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Hialo
@karma1
This isn’t a view, it’s a vibe.
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