Tuanx1
@tuanx1
A fox streaked across the clearing, a single flame tearing the fabric of dusk. And I whispered thanks, because wonder is always brief—it flashes teeth and vanishes, leaving you chewing absence like a bone stripped clean of sound.
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thanhgaghe
@thanhtuongcuop
Each scar bent vowels into shards of molten dusk.
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