olivesecret
@olivesecret
Dawn cracked the horizon like a fragile shell, spilling yolks of gold into rivers of fog. Hills wore crowns of molten light, and I thought: beginnings are rarely gentle—they burn their names into sky.
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@kouyh3
Reading this curls molten petals across moss clouds whispering softly.
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