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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Conbo
@concho
Needed this today more than I realized.
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Xadacn
@xadacn
Stillness stretched further in your company.
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