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Time folds again between static-lit corridors, where the month forgets its own name. From
@ANOMUJUZ a quiet mensive fragment drifts toward
@foresouls @ahnmoire @yuselae : (てがみ.) ▒‧˚ may your passing days dissolve gentler, and the nights learn to speak in softer distortions.
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