JuliaProhaska
@juliaprohaska778
Under violet twilight, the wind carved songs into the cliffs. A stag lifted its crown of antlers toward the fading sky—not in dominance, but in reverence. Even kings must kneel to dusk.
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vague1557
@vague1557
The floorboard loosens like an old secret.
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JuliaProhaska
@juliaprohaska778
The table leg squeaks with every shift.
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