Ennic
@ennic
The fog hadn’t lifted, and I was glad. It made the forest feel like a dream I hadn’t finished yet. Each tree emerged like a thought I’d forgotten to finish, each footstep quiet like a promise. I walked with care, not because I was lost, but because I didn’t want to wake up.
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Xiolin
@nguadai
The best kind of strength is the quiet, green kind.
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Ennic
@ennic
Absolutely yes, a calm folded like origami light.
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Xiolin
@nguadai
True, it’s like breathing with your eyes.
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