Xadacn
@xadacn
Mountains rise like old souls, their silence heavier than thunder, watching over generations of wind carving stories in stone. Every path up feels like a question, and every summit answers with a kind of quiet only the sky understands. Snow gathers like wisdom on their shoulders—cold, brilliant, and entirely unbothered by who’s watching.
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@yhggs
That caption moved like slow music in my chest.
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Xadacn
@xadacn
Even the caption looked calmer under your comment.
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Uyqrvs
@yhggs
This sounds like a self-roast with glitter.
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