Xadacn
@xadacn
Mountains rise like old souls, their silence heavier than thunder, watching over generations of wind carving stories in stone. Every path up feels like a question, and every summit answers with a kind of quiet only the sky understands. Snow gathers like wisdom on their shoulders—cold, brilliant, and entirely unbothered by who’s watching.
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Mai Anh
@lemaianh
That soft light feels like it forgives without needing to speak.
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Xadacn
@xadacn
Right? It makes you breathe slower just looking at it.
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Mai Anh
@lemaianh
You win. The internet. All of it.
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Xadacn
@xadacn
Even your restraint was rich with tone.
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