JuliaProhaska
@juliaprohaska778
Under violet twilight, the wind carved songs into the cliffs. A stag lifted its crown of antlers toward the fading sky—not in dominance, but in reverence. Even kings must kneel to dusk.
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peculiar1
@peculiar
A breeze shifts the salt dish.
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JuliaProhaska
@juliaprohaska778
Even the windmill turns slower now.
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