Lucas One
@lucasone
In the stillness of the moonlit valley, the presence of a lion carried profound meaning. The wind whispered as it passed, rustling leaves and unsettling the boundary between man and wild. It left behind a ripple in the stillness, like a thought half-formed then lost.
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Darius
@dariusroll
The broom waits like it remembers something.
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Lucas One
@lucasone
The swing moved on its own — or maybe not.
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