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#potential #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Transition of Scars
Adversity sharpens its blade against me,
cutting until my skin is a map
of wounds and scars,
each line etched with cruelty.
The weight of torment shatters my soul,
and silence grows heavy—
an echo of despair pressing down.
…
Transition of Scars
Adversity sharpens its blade against me,
cutting until my skin is a map
of wounds and scars,
each line etched with cruelty.
The weight of torment shatters my soul,
and silence grows heavy—
an echo of despair pressing down.
…
September 12, 2025 at 12:01 PM
#potential #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Transition of Scars
Adversity sharpens its blade against me,
cutting until my skin is a map
of wounds and scars,
each line etched with cruelty.
The weight of torment shatters my soul,
and silence grows heavy—
an echo of despair pressing down.
…
Transition of Scars
Adversity sharpens its blade against me,
cutting until my skin is a map
of wounds and scars,
each line etched with cruelty.
The weight of torment shatters my soul,
and silence grows heavy—
an echo of despair pressing down.
…
#exhausted #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Exhausted Spirit
I feel exhausted each day,
though I do nothing
but sit in a chair,
watching time seep away
like poison through my veins.
…
Exhausted Spirit
I feel exhausted each day,
though I do nothing
but sit in a chair,
watching time seep away
like poison through my veins.
…
September 11, 2025 at 11:24 AM
#exhausted #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Exhausted Spirit
I feel exhausted each day,
though I do nothing
but sit in a chair,
watching time seep away
like poison through my veins.
…
Exhausted Spirit
I feel exhausted each day,
though I do nothing
but sit in a chair,
watching time seep away
like poison through my veins.
…
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#bearable #vss365 #owl_nightsky
All suffering is bearable
if only a brightness appeared ahead—
a flicker, a lantern,
a star to guide my weary steps.
But in Doom City
the sky is blackened,
and I have endured too long.
…
All suffering is bearable
if only a brightness appeared ahead—
a flicker, a lantern,
a star to guide my weary steps.
But in Doom City
the sky is blackened,
and I have endured too long.
…
September 10, 2025 at 11:50 AM
#bearable #vss365 #owl_nightsky
All suffering is bearable
if only a brightness appeared ahead—
a flicker, a lantern,
a star to guide my weary steps.
But in Doom City
the sky is blackened,
and I have endured too long.
…
All suffering is bearable
if only a brightness appeared ahead—
a flicker, a lantern,
a star to guide my weary steps.
But in Doom City
the sky is blackened,
and I have endured too long.
…
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#owl_nightsky
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If boredom stirs in your wandering mind,
I shall summon the winds and let you chase time.
I’ll cast the stars like golden bones,
And carve you paths through the astral stones.
…
www.patreon.com/posts/casual...
If boredom stirs in your wandering mind,
I shall summon the winds and let you chase time.
I’ll cast the stars like golden bones,
And carve you paths through the astral stones.
…
Casual Musings 39 | OwlNightSky [夜空]- Comics, Manga & Podcast Story
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September 9, 2025 at 2:55 PM
#owl_nightsky
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If boredom stirs in your wandering mind,
I shall summon the winds and let you chase time.
I’ll cast the stars like golden bones,
And carve you paths through the astral stones.
…
www.patreon.com/posts/casual...
If boredom stirs in your wandering mind,
I shall summon the winds and let you chase time.
I’ll cast the stars like golden bones,
And carve you paths through the astral stones.
…
#owl_nightsky #fiction
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I continued to read Vivian’s diary:
The disgusting man had sexually assaulted me four to six times a day, until my body was covered in wounds and scars. Then he lost interest in me.…
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I continued to read Vivian’s diary:
The disgusting man had sexually assaulted me four to six times a day, until my body was covered in wounds and scars. Then he lost interest in me.…
Episode 20 Evil Eyes | OwlNightSky [夜空]- Comics, Manga & Podcast Story
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September 10, 2025 at 2:53 PM
#owl_nightsky #fiction
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I continued to read Vivian’s diary:
The disgusting man had sexually assaulted me four to six times a day, until my body was covered in wounds and scars. Then he lost interest in me.…
www.patreon.com/posts/episod...
I continued to read Vivian’s diary:
The disgusting man had sexually assaulted me four to six times a day, until my body was covered in wounds and scars. Then he lost interest in me.…
#bearable #vss365 #owl_nightsky
All suffering is bearable
if only a brightness appeared ahead—
a flicker, a lantern,
a star to guide my weary steps.
But in Doom City
the sky is blackened,
and I have endured too long.
…
All suffering is bearable
if only a brightness appeared ahead—
a flicker, a lantern,
a star to guide my weary steps.
But in Doom City
the sky is blackened,
and I have endured too long.
…
September 10, 2025 at 11:50 AM
#bearable #vss365 #owl_nightsky
All suffering is bearable
if only a brightness appeared ahead—
a flicker, a lantern,
a star to guide my weary steps.
But in Doom City
the sky is blackened,
and I have endured too long.
…
All suffering is bearable
if only a brightness appeared ahead—
a flicker, a lantern,
a star to guide my weary steps.
But in Doom City
the sky is blackened,
and I have endured too long.
…
Reposted by OwlNightSky(夜空 )
#wrapper #vss365 #owl_nightsky
A beautiful wrapper—
glittering, bright,
the painted mask of false delight.
It covers the rot,
the broken bones beneath,
the graves that stretch
through every street.
…
A beautiful wrapper—
glittering, bright,
the painted mask of false delight.
It covers the rot,
the broken bones beneath,
the graves that stretch
through every street.
…
September 9, 2025 at 10:07 AM
#wrapper #vss365 #owl_nightsky
A beautiful wrapper—
glittering, bright,
the painted mask of false delight.
It covers the rot,
the broken bones beneath,
the graves that stretch
through every street.
…
A beautiful wrapper—
glittering, bright,
the painted mask of false delight.
It covers the rot,
the broken bones beneath,
the graves that stretch
through every street.
…
Reposted by OwlNightSky(夜空 )
#owl_nightsky
www.patreon.com/posts/episod...
Vivian attempted suicide and died with Ugly Octopus, whom she deeply loved. Yet in the end, they stood on opposite sides—how tragic it was! What had made her become evil? I believed the answer wasn’t far from me.…
www.patreon.com/posts/episod...
Vivian attempted suicide and died with Ugly Octopus, whom she deeply loved. Yet in the end, they stood on opposite sides—how tragic it was! What had made her become evil? I believed the answer wasn’t far from me.…
Episode 19 Evil Eyes | OwlNightSky [夜空]- Comics, Manga & Podcast Story
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September 4, 2025 at 5:21 PM
#owl_nightsky
www.patreon.com/posts/episod...
Vivian attempted suicide and died with Ugly Octopus, whom she deeply loved. Yet in the end, they stood on opposite sides—how tragic it was! What had made her become evil? I believed the answer wasn’t far from me.…
www.patreon.com/posts/episod...
Vivian attempted suicide and died with Ugly Octopus, whom she deeply loved. Yet in the end, they stood on opposite sides—how tragic it was! What had made her become evil? I believed the answer wasn’t far from me.…
#owl_nightsky
www.patreon.com/posts/casual...
If boredom stirs in your wandering mind,
I shall summon the winds and let you chase time.
I’ll cast the stars like golden bones,
And carve you paths through the astral stones.
…
www.patreon.com/posts/casual...
If boredom stirs in your wandering mind,
I shall summon the winds and let you chase time.
I’ll cast the stars like golden bones,
And carve you paths through the astral stones.
…
Casual Musings 39 | OwlNightSky [夜空]- Comics, Manga & Podcast Story
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September 9, 2025 at 2:55 PM
#owl_nightsky
www.patreon.com/posts/casual...
If boredom stirs in your wandering mind,
I shall summon the winds and let you chase time.
I’ll cast the stars like golden bones,
And carve you paths through the astral stones.
…
www.patreon.com/posts/casual...
If boredom stirs in your wandering mind,
I shall summon the winds and let you chase time.
I’ll cast the stars like golden bones,
And carve you paths through the astral stones.
…
#wrapper #vss365 #owl_nightsky
A beautiful wrapper—
glittering, bright,
the painted mask of false delight.
It covers the rot,
the broken bones beneath,
the graves that stretch
through every street.
…
A beautiful wrapper—
glittering, bright,
the painted mask of false delight.
It covers the rot,
the broken bones beneath,
the graves that stretch
through every street.
…
September 9, 2025 at 10:07 AM
#wrapper #vss365 #owl_nightsky
A beautiful wrapper—
glittering, bright,
the painted mask of false delight.
It covers the rot,
the broken bones beneath,
the graves that stretch
through every street.
…
A beautiful wrapper—
glittering, bright,
the painted mask of false delight.
It covers the rot,
the broken bones beneath,
the graves that stretch
through every street.
…
#power #vss365 #owl_nightsky
If there is only one,
one hand clutching power,
the world bends to his will
like grass beneath a storm.
That hand will not serve the people.
It will serve only itself—
grasping, tearing,
stripping flesh from bone,
silencing every voice
until the air itself obeys.
…
If there is only one,
one hand clutching power,
the world bends to his will
like grass beneath a storm.
That hand will not serve the people.
It will serve only itself—
grasping, tearing,
stripping flesh from bone,
silencing every voice
until the air itself obeys.
…
September 8, 2025 at 10:30 AM
#power #vss365 #owl_nightsky
If there is only one,
one hand clutching power,
the world bends to his will
like grass beneath a storm.
That hand will not serve the people.
It will serve only itself—
grasping, tearing,
stripping flesh from bone,
silencing every voice
until the air itself obeys.
…
If there is only one,
one hand clutching power,
the world bends to his will
like grass beneath a storm.
That hand will not serve the people.
It will serve only itself—
grasping, tearing,
stripping flesh from bone,
silencing every voice
until the air itself obeys.
…
#doorway #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I found a book buried in dust,
its pages trembling beneath my hands.
When I opened it,
the air thickened with whispers,
and every word became a doorway,
pulling me through corridors
of countless lives not my own.
…
I found a book buried in dust,
its pages trembling beneath my hands.
When I opened it,
the air thickened with whispers,
and every word became a doorway,
pulling me through corridors
of countless lives not my own.
…
September 7, 2025 at 10:50 AM
#doorway #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I found a book buried in dust,
its pages trembling beneath my hands.
When I opened it,
the air thickened with whispers,
and every word became a doorway,
pulling me through corridors
of countless lives not my own.
…
I found a book buried in dust,
its pages trembling beneath my hands.
When I opened it,
the air thickened with whispers,
and every word became a doorway,
pulling me through corridors
of countless lives not my own.
…
#chance #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I have been running,
running ahead into the black horizon,
chasing my chance
as if it were a phantom calling me forward.
…
I have been running,
running ahead into the black horizon,
chasing my chance
as if it were a phantom calling me forward.
…
September 6, 2025 at 11:13 AM
#chance #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I have been running,
running ahead into the black horizon,
chasing my chance
as if it were a phantom calling me forward.
…
I have been running,
running ahead into the black horizon,
chasing my chance
as if it were a phantom calling me forward.
…
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#article #vss365 #owl_nightsky
In Doom City, the air is thick with dread,
the Devil’s scripture etched in blood-red.
Each soul must bow to his decree,
though every word is mockery.
…
In Doom City, the air is thick with dread,
the Devil’s scripture etched in blood-red.
Each soul must bow to his decree,
though every word is mockery.
…
September 5, 2025 at 9:28 AM
#article #vss365 #owl_nightsky
In Doom City, the air is thick with dread,
the Devil’s scripture etched in blood-red.
Each soul must bow to his decree,
though every word is mockery.
…
In Doom City, the air is thick with dread,
the Devil’s scripture etched in blood-red.
Each soul must bow to his decree,
though every word is mockery.
…
#article #vss365 #owl_nightsky
In Doom City, the air is thick with dread,
the Devil’s scripture etched in blood-red.
Each soul must bow to his decree,
though every word is mockery.
…
In Doom City, the air is thick with dread,
the Devil’s scripture etched in blood-red.
Each soul must bow to his decree,
though every word is mockery.
…
September 5, 2025 at 9:28 AM
#article #vss365 #owl_nightsky
In Doom City, the air is thick with dread,
the Devil’s scripture etched in blood-red.
Each soul must bow to his decree,
though every word is mockery.
…
In Doom City, the air is thick with dread,
the Devil’s scripture etched in blood-red.
Each soul must bow to his decree,
though every word is mockery.
…
Reposted by OwlNightSky(夜空 )
#conscious #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I drift above the broken spires,
Where Doom City smolders in endless fires.
Its streets are rivers of grief and ash,
Its walls are carved with sorrow’s gash.
…
I drift above the broken spires,
Where Doom City smolders in endless fires.
Its streets are rivers of grief and ash,
Its walls are carved with sorrow’s gash.
…
September 4, 2025 at 12:21 PM
#conscious #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I drift above the broken spires,
Where Doom City smolders in endless fires.
Its streets are rivers of grief and ash,
Its walls are carved with sorrow’s gash.
…
I drift above the broken spires,
Where Doom City smolders in endless fires.
Its streets are rivers of grief and ash,
Its walls are carved with sorrow’s gash.
…
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#owl_nightsky
…but there was only silence. I calmed myself and thought: If he dies, I die with him…
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…but there was only silence. I calmed myself and thought: If he dies, I die with him…
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Episode 18 Evil Eyes | OwlNightSky [夜空]- Comics, Manga & Podcast Story
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August 31, 2025 at 3:56 PM
#owl_nightsky
…but there was only silence. I calmed myself and thought: If he dies, I die with him…
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…but there was only silence. I calmed myself and thought: If he dies, I die with him…
www.patreon.com/posts/episod...
#owl_nightsky
www.patreon.com/posts/episod...
Vivian attempted suicide and died with Ugly Octopus, whom she deeply loved. Yet in the end, they stood on opposite sides—how tragic it was! What had made her become evil? I believed the answer wasn’t far from me.…
www.patreon.com/posts/episod...
Vivian attempted suicide and died with Ugly Octopus, whom she deeply loved. Yet in the end, they stood on opposite sides—how tragic it was! What had made her become evil? I believed the answer wasn’t far from me.…
Episode 19 Evil Eyes | OwlNightSky [夜空]- Comics, Manga & Podcast Story
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September 4, 2025 at 5:21 PM
#owl_nightsky
www.patreon.com/posts/episod...
Vivian attempted suicide and died with Ugly Octopus, whom she deeply loved. Yet in the end, they stood on opposite sides—how tragic it was! What had made her become evil? I believed the answer wasn’t far from me.…
www.patreon.com/posts/episod...
Vivian attempted suicide and died with Ugly Octopus, whom she deeply loved. Yet in the end, they stood on opposite sides—how tragic it was! What had made her become evil? I believed the answer wasn’t far from me.…
#conscious #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I drift above the broken spires,
Where Doom City smolders in endless fires.
Its streets are rivers of grief and ash,
Its walls are carved with sorrow’s gash.
…
I drift above the broken spires,
Where Doom City smolders in endless fires.
Its streets are rivers of grief and ash,
Its walls are carved with sorrow’s gash.
…
September 4, 2025 at 12:21 PM
#conscious #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I drift above the broken spires,
Where Doom City smolders in endless fires.
Its streets are rivers of grief and ash,
Its walls are carved with sorrow’s gash.
…
I drift above the broken spires,
Where Doom City smolders in endless fires.
Its streets are rivers of grief and ash,
Its walls are carved with sorrow’s gash.
…
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#arbitrary #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I once carved a path in stone,
A goal etched deeply, mine alone.
Each step measured, precise, defined,
A scaffold rising from my mind.
…
I once carved a path in stone,
A goal etched deeply, mine alone.
Each step measured, precise, defined,
A scaffold rising from my mind.
…
September 3, 2025 at 11:44 AM
#arbitrary #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I once carved a path in stone,
A goal etched deeply, mine alone.
Each step measured, precise, defined,
A scaffold rising from my mind.
…
I once carved a path in stone,
A goal etched deeply, mine alone.
Each step measured, precise, defined,
A scaffold rising from my mind.
…
#arbitrary #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I once carved a path in stone,
A goal etched deeply, mine alone.
Each step measured, precise, defined,
A scaffold rising from my mind.
…
I once carved a path in stone,
A goal etched deeply, mine alone.
Each step measured, precise, defined,
A scaffold rising from my mind.
…
September 3, 2025 at 11:44 AM
#arbitrary #vss365 #owl_nightsky
I once carved a path in stone,
A goal etched deeply, mine alone.
Each step measured, precise, defined,
A scaffold rising from my mind.
…
I once carved a path in stone,
A goal etched deeply, mine alone.
Each step measured, precise, defined,
A scaffold rising from my mind.
…
#elude #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Those in the human world wear masks of grace,
Kind smiles painted on a cunning face.
They laugh with honey, they speak with gold,
But inside their veins runs venom cold.
…
Those in the human world wear masks of grace,
Kind smiles painted on a cunning face.
They laugh with honey, they speak with gold,
But inside their veins runs venom cold.
…
September 2, 2025 at 12:42 PM
#elude #vss365 #owl_nightsky
Those in the human world wear masks of grace,
Kind smiles painted on a cunning face.
They laugh with honey, they speak with gold,
But inside their veins runs venom cold.
…
Those in the human world wear masks of grace,
Kind smiles painted on a cunning face.
They laugh with honey, they speak with gold,
But inside their veins runs venom cold.
…
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#past #vss365 #owl_nightsky
For six long years, the whispers remain,
Soft words of mercy, sharp words of disdain:
“Let it go, let it go, forget the past.
Move on, walk forward, be free at last.”
Yet the past clings tight, a rusted chain,
Its echoes gnaw, its shadows stain.
…
For six long years, the whispers remain,
Soft words of mercy, sharp words of disdain:
“Let it go, let it go, forget the past.
Move on, walk forward, be free at last.”
Yet the past clings tight, a rusted chain,
Its echoes gnaw, its shadows stain.
…
September 1, 2025 at 9:20 AM
#past #vss365 #owl_nightsky
For six long years, the whispers remain,
Soft words of mercy, sharp words of disdain:
“Let it go, let it go, forget the past.
Move on, walk forward, be free at last.”
Yet the past clings tight, a rusted chain,
Its echoes gnaw, its shadows stain.
…
For six long years, the whispers remain,
Soft words of mercy, sharp words of disdain:
“Let it go, let it go, forget the past.
Move on, walk forward, be free at last.”
Yet the past clings tight, a rusted chain,
Its echoes gnaw, its shadows stain.
…
#past #vss365 #owl_nightsky
For six long years, the whispers remain,
Soft words of mercy, sharp words of disdain:
“Let it go, let it go, forget the past.
Move on, walk forward, be free at last.”
Yet the past clings tight, a rusted chain,
Its echoes gnaw, its shadows stain.
…
For six long years, the whispers remain,
Soft words of mercy, sharp words of disdain:
“Let it go, let it go, forget the past.
Move on, walk forward, be free at last.”
Yet the past clings tight, a rusted chain,
Its echoes gnaw, its shadows stain.
…
September 1, 2025 at 9:20 AM
#past #vss365 #owl_nightsky
For six long years, the whispers remain,
Soft words of mercy, sharp words of disdain:
“Let it go, let it go, forget the past.
Move on, walk forward, be free at last.”
Yet the past clings tight, a rusted chain,
Its echoes gnaw, its shadows stain.
…
For six long years, the whispers remain,
Soft words of mercy, sharp words of disdain:
“Let it go, let it go, forget the past.
Move on, walk forward, be free at last.”
Yet the past clings tight, a rusted chain,
Its echoes gnaw, its shadows stain.
…