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@hexogenesis.bsky.social
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⠀ ⠀ ،̲،̲ one corrupted dream. / ind. jayce talis.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ mun & muse are of age. / arcane verse
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⠀ ⠀ ،̲،̲ one corrupted dream. / ind. jayce talis.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ mun & muse are of age. / arcane verse
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/ do not repost. - 🎨 : Haidouzi
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/ do not repost. - 🎨 : Haidouzi
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April 4, 2025 at 10:50 PM
This time, it won’t be your arms the ones to catch him because you too, fall with him. You fall and fall, not afraid of the landing. As long as he remains in your arms, nothing else matters.
How much I need you.
How much I want you.
How much I need you.
How much I want you.
The spring around you flourishes, but you don’t need any existential sense of self to tell you that this is the highest sense of euphoria you've ever felt.
All you need is to admit it to yourself. To embrace it.
All you need is to admit it to yourself. To embrace it.
Elation can taste like glory. An exuberant amount of emotion compressed inside a single beating organ.
To you, it was like a leash around your throat, chains around your wrists.
To you, it was like a leash around your throat, chains around your wrists.
April 3, 2025 at 2:11 AM
This time, it won’t be your arms the ones to catch him because you too, fall with him. You fall and fall, not afraid of the landing. As long as he remains in your arms, nothing else matters.
How much I need you.
How much I want you.
How much I need you.
How much I want you.
Elation can taste like glory. An exuberant amount of emotion compressed inside a single beating organ.
To you, it was like a leash around your throat, chains around your wrists.
To you, it was like a leash around your throat, chains around your wrists.
He kisses you, and your body is shocked, momentarily stunned by unexpected emotions. Within you lies a paradox, elated but afraid.
Every nerve ending reacts, despite the trail of cues that should've prepared you.
Every nerve ending reacts, despite the trail of cues that should've prepared you.
“But I could have tried. I just thought—” Pausing. Around you there’s a green forest where birds sing, no longer dead silence haunting you like an abandoned house. “I thought you just needed some space – and so I wanted to give it to you.”
March 22, 2025 at 9:32 PM
Elation can taste like glory. An exuberant amount of emotion compressed inside a single beating organ.
To you, it was like a leash around your throat, chains around your wrists.
To you, it was like a leash around your throat, chains around your wrists.
“But I could have tried. I just thought—” Pausing. Around you there’s a green forest where birds sing, no longer dead silence haunting you like an abandoned house. “I thought you just needed some space – and so I wanted to give it to you.”
So much has changed, but one indisputable truth remains.
He never wanted to let you go.
He never wanted to leave your side.
You walked out, you turned away, in some useless attempt to deny, because you couldn't gather yourself if he were anywhere near you.
He never wanted to let you go.
He never wanted to leave your side.
You walked out, you turned away, in some useless attempt to deny, because you couldn't gather yourself if he were anywhere near you.
"Viktor! Answer me!" It was another stubborn attempt before his form became blurry and the cold wind began to push you further away from his image.
Against the tide you begin to walk. No matter how strong the winds or how thick the snow, you found yourself gritting teeth.
Against the tide you begin to walk. No matter how strong the winds or how thick the snow, you found yourself gritting teeth.
March 16, 2025 at 3:03 AM
“But I could have tried. I just thought—” Pausing. Around you there’s a green forest where birds sing, no longer dead silence haunting you like an abandoned house. “I thought you just needed some space – and so I wanted to give it to you.”
"Viktor! Answer me!" It was another stubborn attempt before his form became blurry and the cold wind began to push you further away from his image.
Against the tide you begin to walk. No matter how strong the winds or how thick the snow, you found yourself gritting teeth.
Against the tide you begin to walk. No matter how strong the winds or how thick the snow, you found yourself gritting teeth.
Wind whips at you. It would freeze your skin, if you weren’t thusly protected by a power you barely care to possess.
In this frigid, eternal winter, you could wander for days and somehow continue on.
In this frigid, eternal winter, you could wander for days and somehow continue on.
Heavier were the steps you took that left the prints of your feet when they sank in the snow. The sound of each one of them followed you as you continued moving forward.
You didn't know exactly where to go, or when to stop. Inside you all that resided was this excruciating urge to keep advancing.
You didn't know exactly where to go, or when to stop. Inside you all that resided was this excruciating urge to keep advancing.
March 11, 2025 at 1:50 AM
"Viktor! Answer me!" It was another stubborn attempt before his form became blurry and the cold wind began to push you further away from his image.
Against the tide you begin to walk. No matter how strong the winds or how thick the snow, you found yourself gritting teeth.
Against the tide you begin to walk. No matter how strong the winds or how thick the snow, you found yourself gritting teeth.
Heavier were the steps you took that left the prints of your feet when they sank in the snow. The sound of each one of them followed you as you continued moving forward.
You didn't know exactly where to go, or when to stop. Inside you all that resided was this excruciating urge to keep advancing.
You didn't know exactly where to go, or when to stop. Inside you all that resided was this excruciating urge to keep advancing.
You had asked it that question as if it could answer you with words. You want for anything that might ease your soul. Words, actions, a glimpse of the life you lost.
There is a sadness that runs through you, that would be unknowable by most. An emptiness that seeks to paralyze you.
There is a sadness that runs through you, that would be unknowable by most. An emptiness that seeks to paralyze you.
The weather outside was just as unfavorable as when the arcane made you spawn here. And yet, even with all the disadvantages, even with all the loneliness, you couldn't bring yourself to give up.
You could not bring your knees to touch the ground and lower your head in defeat.
You could not bring your knees to touch the ground and lower your head in defeat.
March 7, 2025 at 4:02 AM
Heavier were the steps you took that left the prints of your feet when they sank in the snow. The sound of each one of them followed you as you continued moving forward.
You didn't know exactly where to go, or when to stop. Inside you all that resided was this excruciating urge to keep advancing.
You didn't know exactly where to go, or when to stop. Inside you all that resided was this excruciating urge to keep advancing.
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February 24, 2025 at 10:40 PM
The weather outside was just as unfavorable as when the arcane made you spawn here. And yet, even with all the disadvantages, even with all the loneliness, you couldn't bring yourself to give up.
You could not bring your knees to touch the ground and lower your head in defeat.
You could not bring your knees to touch the ground and lower your head in defeat.
You’re not only mourning this destruction, no. Even with the steps taken to alter this future, you’ve still shown behavior that’s done irreparable damage to the present that you left behind.
Reading these tattered notes, and looking over this room does little to ease your mind of this.
Reading these tattered notes, and looking over this room does little to ease your mind of this.
How foolish.
It made more sense for a mad man to speak into the air in an empty room. Perhaps that's all you were. Here. Now. Hallucinating with the very place that once felt like home.
Is this retribution? Is this your punishment?
It made more sense for a mad man to speak into the air in an empty room. Perhaps that's all you were. Here. Now. Hallucinating with the very place that once felt like home.
Is this retribution? Is this your punishment?
February 24, 2025 at 12:47 PM
The weather outside was just as unfavorable as when the arcane made you spawn here. And yet, even with all the disadvantages, even with all the loneliness, you couldn't bring yourself to give up.
You could not bring your knees to touch the ground and lower your head in defeat.
You could not bring your knees to touch the ground and lower your head in defeat.
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How foolish.
It made more sense for a mad man to speak into the air in an empty room. Perhaps that's all you were. Here. Now. Hallucinating with the very place that once felt like home.
Is this retribution? Is this your punishment?
It made more sense for a mad man to speak into the air in an empty room. Perhaps that's all you were. Here. Now. Hallucinating with the very place that once felt like home.
Is this retribution? Is this your punishment?
At some point you had lost yourself, lost your dreams. That’s the thing that disgusts you most about yourself.
That you were able to turn away, misguidedly leaving the place and the person who kept your heart beating. All in the pursuit of the hexcore’s corrupted power.
That you were able to turn away, misguidedly leaving the place and the person who kept your heart beating. All in the pursuit of the hexcore’s corrupted power.
Surprise. Perhaps even shock was soon shown on your face.
Its interior was not like anything you had imagined. Inside there was no fireplace, no cozy atmosphere, no candlelights or rocking chair with a square table next to it with steaming cups of hot chocolate to spend the afternoon
Its interior was not like anything you had imagined. Inside there was no fireplace, no cozy atmosphere, no candlelights or rocking chair with a square table next to it with steaming cups of hot chocolate to spend the afternoon
February 13, 2025 at 4:13 AM
How foolish.
It made more sense for a mad man to speak into the air in an empty room. Perhaps that's all you were. Here. Now. Hallucinating with the very place that once felt like home.
Is this retribution? Is this your punishment?
It made more sense for a mad man to speak into the air in an empty room. Perhaps that's all you were. Here. Now. Hallucinating with the very place that once felt like home.
Is this retribution? Is this your punishment?
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/ I've seen a few takes on twt and I sincerely feel like some ppl tend to erase Vik's insecurities, forgetting those are part of his character. ⬇️
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/ I've seen a few takes on twt and I sincerely feel like some ppl tend to erase Vik's insecurities, forgetting those are part of his character. ⬇️
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February 11, 2025 at 9:41 PM
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/ I've seen a few takes on twt and I sincerely feel like some ppl tend to erase Vik's insecurities, forgetting those are part of his character. ⬇️
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/ I've seen a few takes on twt and I sincerely feel like some ppl tend to erase Vik's insecurities, forgetting those are part of his character. ⬇️
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Surprise. Perhaps even shock was soon shown on your face.
Its interior was not like anything you had imagined. Inside there was no fireplace, no cozy atmosphere, no candlelights or rocking chair with a square table next to it with steaming cups of hot chocolate to spend the afternoon
Its interior was not like anything you had imagined. Inside there was no fireplace, no cozy atmosphere, no candlelights or rocking chair with a square table next to it with steaming cups of hot chocolate to spend the afternoon
If you make yourself small enough, maybe you can disappear.
You stare at that staff while hugging your knees, looking at it like it stands for everything you regret. Eyes filled with tiredness, sadness. Blinking away tears, but unable to cry. Another weight on your shoulders, holding you in place.
You stare at that staff while hugging your knees, looking at it like it stands for everything you regret. Eyes filled with tiredness, sadness. Blinking away tears, but unable to cry. Another weight on your shoulders, holding you in place.
Hope can be both self-consuming, or the most powerful ally. It can move mountains, or it can pull us down deep into dark waters when it's lost.
Men would drown with their hands desperately trying to reach for the light. You walk above water, not yet sinking, not yet suffocated.
Men would drown with their hands desperately trying to reach for the light. You walk above water, not yet sinking, not yet suffocated.
February 11, 2025 at 5:27 AM
Surprise. Perhaps even shock was soon shown on your face.
Its interior was not like anything you had imagined. Inside there was no fireplace, no cozy atmosphere, no candlelights or rocking chair with a square table next to it with steaming cups of hot chocolate to spend the afternoon
Its interior was not like anything you had imagined. Inside there was no fireplace, no cozy atmosphere, no candlelights or rocking chair with a square table next to it with steaming cups of hot chocolate to spend the afternoon
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[ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐
𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘?
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝑺𝒐, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘?
𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 ]
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[ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐
𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘?
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝑺𝒐, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘?
𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 ]
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February 10, 2025 at 6:28 AM
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[ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐
𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘?
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝑺𝒐, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘?
𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 ]
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[ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐
𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘?
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝑺𝒐, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘?
𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 ]
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/ that makes me question if people from piltover will ever forgive vik for what he did.
i hope they do but it will leave a scar nonetheless. something that takes time to heal.
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/ that makes me question if people from piltover will ever forgive vik for what he did.
i hope they do but it will leave a scar nonetheless. something that takes time to heal.
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February 9, 2025 at 11:10 PM
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/ that makes me question if people from piltover will ever forgive vik for what he did.
i hope they do but it will leave a scar nonetheless. something that takes time to heal.
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/ that makes me question if people from piltover will ever forgive vik for what he did.
i hope they do but it will leave a scar nonetheless. something that takes time to heal.
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February 9, 2025 at 11:06 PM
Hope can be both self-consuming, or the most powerful ally. It can move mountains, or it can pull us down deep into dark waters when it's lost.
Men would drown with their hands desperately trying to reach for the light. You walk above water, not yet sinking, not yet suffocated.
Men would drown with their hands desperately trying to reach for the light. You walk above water, not yet sinking, not yet suffocated.
Zaun, too, is endless silence. The further you trek into the city, the quieter it becomes. The neon lights glow for no one, and nothing.
You’re alone in this underground. There’s no fighting, no gossip. No heads turn to look as you walk by. Why?
You’re alone in this underground. There’s no fighting, no gossip. No heads turn to look as you walk by. Why?
Silence.
It was the only answer.
You were a man inside a snowglobe. Isolated. Preserved. Immortalized inside a toy.
It was the only answer.
You were a man inside a snowglobe. Isolated. Preserved. Immortalized inside a toy.
February 9, 2025 at 1:55 AM
Hope can be both self-consuming, or the most powerful ally. It can move mountains, or it can pull us down deep into dark waters when it's lost.
Men would drown with their hands desperately trying to reach for the light. You walk above water, not yet sinking, not yet suffocated.
Men would drown with their hands desperately trying to reach for the light. You walk above water, not yet sinking, not yet suffocated.
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/ me: i want to take my portrayal of j@yce more seriously and be more realistic with stuff
also me: mmhhn CRACK
but no. i will be strong.
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/ me: i want to take my portrayal of j@yce more seriously and be more realistic with stuff
also me: mmhhn CRACK
but no. i will be strong.
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February 4, 2025 at 4:01 PM
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/ me: i want to take my portrayal of j@yce more seriously and be more realistic with stuff
also me: mmhhn CRACK
but no. i will be strong.
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/ me: i want to take my portrayal of j@yce more seriously and be more realistic with stuff
also me: mmhhn CRACK
but no. i will be strong.
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Silence.
It was the only answer.
You were a man inside a snowglobe. Isolated. Preserved. Immortalized inside a toy.
It was the only answer.
You were a man inside a snowglobe. Isolated. Preserved. Immortalized inside a toy.
You can’t help but wonder if he, too, can feel this.
This haunting afterimage of Zaun, with it’s shimmer-riddled groans, and it’s dusted-gray sky 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 be where you rest.
This haunting afterimage of Zaun, with it’s shimmer-riddled groans, and it’s dusted-gray sky 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 be where you rest.
February 4, 2025 at 5:15 AM
Silence.
It was the only answer.
You were a man inside a snowglobe. Isolated. Preserved. Immortalized inside a toy.
It was the only answer.
You were a man inside a snowglobe. Isolated. Preserved. Immortalized inside a toy.
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/ i just love the idea of the arc@ne sending them to experience what they fear most. i like the idea of them experiencing purgatory even if they're not dead in that dimension.
each purgatory being different from the other until they find each other.
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/ i just love the idea of the arc@ne sending them to experience what they fear most. i like the idea of them experiencing purgatory even if they're not dead in that dimension.
each purgatory being different from the other until they find each other.
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February 3, 2025 at 7:22 AM
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/ i just love the idea of the arc@ne sending them to experience what they fear most. i like the idea of them experiencing purgatory even if they're not dead in that dimension.
each purgatory being different from the other until they find each other.
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/ i just love the idea of the arc@ne sending them to experience what they fear most. i like the idea of them experiencing purgatory even if they're not dead in that dimension.
each purgatory being different from the other until they find each other.
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Snow crunches beneath two feet that move one step at a time. Like a wounded deer whose legs can barely stand its heavy, mangled body. Like it’s been walking for hours searching for a place to rest without relent.
It all is so…. white. It all is so… cold.
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Snow crunches beneath two feet that move one step at a time. Like a wounded deer whose legs can barely stand its heavy, mangled body. Like it’s been walking for hours searching for a place to rest without relent.
It all is so…. white. It all is so… cold.
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February 3, 2025 at 5:10 AM
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Snow crunches beneath two feet that move one step at a time. Like a wounded deer whose legs can barely stand its heavy, mangled body. Like it’s been walking for hours searching for a place to rest without relent.
It all is so…. white. It all is so… cold.
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Snow crunches beneath two feet that move one step at a time. Like a wounded deer whose legs can barely stand its heavy, mangled body. Like it’s been walking for hours searching for a place to rest without relent.
It all is so…. white. It all is so… cold.
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