"Cold is always more honest than warmth. It never promises what it cannot keep. I see it in the long shadows of November, in the hollow sockets of abandoned houses, in the mirror-like surface of frozen water.
Death is the ultimate minimalism. It strips away your masks, your social roles, and the heavy armor of ambition. All that remains is bone, dust, and the honest whisper of the wind. There is a certain beauty in a final chord that only strikes once."

: ех , работать на флуды. . ( я там следящий ).

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