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THERE IS.. A STORY WHISPERED ONLY BETWEEN DUSK AND THE DYING FLAME, WAS BEGAN.. 🫀🦇 It is, a love of the living?.. nor a tale meant for daylight. It breathes in sighs and half-remembered hymns, in nights so long they begin to forget the shape of morning. They met beneath an unlit sky, whereas the world had fallen silent, and eternity watched in stillness. TO A LOVE; a creature unburdened by time was to bleed softly, willingly, until even sorrow began to purr.
ㅤNO ONE REMEMBERS HOW THEIR
ㅤSTORY BEGAN.. AND, PERHAPS,
ㅤIT NEVER DID?..
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ㅤANATOMY STORY, BEGAN?..
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(&) Then, people began to notice the change. Their eyes, once bright, now shimmered like candlelight reflected in glass; distant, but dangerous. Or perhaps the first breath was taken from another’s throat. The night merely inherited them; an heirloom of sin, a keepsake for oblivion.
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THERE IS.. A STORY WHISPERED ONLY BETWEEN DUSK AND THE DYING FLAME, WAS BEGAN.. 🫀🦇 It is, a love of the living?.. nor a tale meant for daylight. It breathes in sighs and half-remembered hymns, in nights so long they begin to forget the shape of morning. They met beneath an unlit sky, whereas the world had fallen silent, and eternity watched in stillness. TO A LOVE; a creature unburdened by time was to bleed softly, willingly, until even sorrow began to purr.
ㅤNO ONE REMEMBERS HOW THEIR
ㅤSTORY BEGAN.. AND, PERHAPS,
ㅤIT NEVER DID?..
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ\
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHELP FORWARD! Only
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ㅤANATOMY STORY, BEGAN?..
ㅤ🕯 @noxmootsbot. 💊
(&) Then, people began to notice the change. Their eyes, once bright, now shimmered like candlelight reflected in glass; distant, but dangerous. Or perhaps the first breath was taken from another’s throat. The night merely inherited them; an heirloom of sin, a keepsake for oblivion.
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