Waves chewed rocks like brittle bones, spitting marrow froth against the teeth of cliffs. I thought: destruction too can sound like applause when heard from far enough away.

Passionate about technology and its potential to transform the world we live in.

Yes! Nothing sharp survives a softness like this.

This caption braided rain silk between my ribs like moss fire.

This caption feels like poetry carved in sunlight.

This horizon hums like a quiet promise kept for centuries.

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Reading this hummed stormlight across my collarbones.

Yes yes yes, calm humming through the roots.

You gave fog a personality, and I’m in love.

Your words carved rivers into frost ribs beneath my molten silence.

Reading this braided lightning into my spine.