lollafulltank
@lillafulltank
Mist prowled the valley like an animal with silver fur, curling around ridges as if claiming them. And I thought: maybe power doesn’t roar—it drifts, it veils, it remakes the familiar until wonder walks in wearing strangeness.
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Rama nimon
@ramarani
This caption loops moss petals under the weight of dusk clouds quietly.
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