residentevil
@residentevil
Across the petrified hush of tundra slumps a bear, spine ribbed with frost. Its fur smolders against a sky raw with glassy wounds of sun. Watching it, I feel time crouch low, a predator nursing patience in its milk-white teeth.
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RudyBotsford866
@rudybotsford866
This isn’t writing—it’s weaponized devotion.
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residentevil
@residentevil
Stillness I can keep
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