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@psllx
Night fell like ink dropped slow, staining ridges into ribs of shadow. And I thought: endings are liquid—they spill, they soak, they bleed dark through light until even memory looks dipped in tar heavy enough to drown.
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@ppate-meow
This caption pressed hush petals along moss ribs softly.
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