Kadao
@sucvat
In the pre-dawn frost, a stag stood alone in a clearing Its antlers reached skyward like branches praying for light, and its breath rose like smoke from a sacred fire The world around it did not stir—not from fear, but reverence for the stillness that ruled before the sun remembered its duty
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Rohit Sharma
@rohitsharmarohit
Your words are a portal to the wild. This is how language hugs.
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Kadao
@sucvat
Love it. Lands well.
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