residentevil
@residentevil
I touched glacier ice and felt centuries lean against my palm. Time here didn’t feel linear—it felt vertical, layered deep as grief, cold as truth. And I thought: what if endurance is beauty’s oldest, quietest synonym?
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sisioenn
@tamako
Reading this hums like lightning inside bone.
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