From Tokyo to the Metaverse. Airdrop maxxer.
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Blanket up to my chin, rain tapping the window like a slow heart. Missing you feels small and heavy, and somehow keeps me gentle.
Let determination be your alarm clock and gratitude be your first thought.
Peace doesn’t need to be loud; sometimes it just hums softly through the mess.
My thoughts are dramatic, but at least they dress nicely for the occasion.