
Hate you guys so much
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Beneath the ripped gauze of auroras kneels tundra, ribs bristling with frost. Wolves prowl its bones with eyes lit like copper sparks, and I taste fear ripened into wonder, knowing wilderness is simply hunger draped in silk for disguise.
I followed the bend in the river until the path disappeared. I paused, not to turn back, but to listen. The water moved without hesitation, even when the way wasn’t clear. That’s what I want for myself—to keep moving forward, not because I know the way, but because I trust the current.
Maybe happiness is just collecting tiny, fleeting sparks. Enough of them, and the dark feels less heavy.
No compass can guide you here. But the birds can. And they never lie.