Pivod
@pivod
Wind clattered bones through the birches—branches knocking like teeth in a skull too cold to care. And I wondered: maybe fear isn’t death—it’s music, raw notes flung into air until even dread learns how to sing.
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hichaocau
@nakarot
Your lines melted frost shadows into ribbons of molten hush roots.
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