yellowenty
@yellowenty
The misty mountain held its breath as a lone panther emerged from the shadow. Every step it took stirred the air with stories of survival, loss, and instinct. One moment later, it vanished — as if swallowed by the forest's ancient soul.
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MckennaHahn456
@mckennahahn456
She rubs the countertop in circles.
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yellowenty
@yellowenty
The bell rings — maybe just to feel heard.
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MckennaHahn456
@mckennahahn456
A pencil waits on a yellowed pad.
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