What kind of lost soul do you feel like lately?
Anonymous Poll
36%
The one who keeps walking, even though they forgot what they’re looking for.
33%
The one who stands still while the world keeps changing around them.
31%
The one who already found peace… but not direction.
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RANT — LOST SOUL
I’m not broken. I’m just no longer attached. Not to people. Not to places. Not even to the version of myself that once wanted things badly. still wake up. I still move. I still laugh sometimes. But nothing inside me reaches forward anymore it just observes
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RANT — LOST SOUL
I’m not broken. I’m just no longer attached. Not to people. Not to places. Not even to the version of myself that once wanted things badly. still wake up. I still move. I still laugh sometimes. But nothing inside me reaches forward anymore it just observes
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∴ ∴ ───── LOST SOUL
NEVER PLACED, NEVER ALIGNED
A VELVET UNBEING,
MAGNETIC IN HER UNLOCATEDNESS,
GHOST-SOFT WHEN SHE SPEAKS
( LIMINAL THEORY | .. • 霧裂 )
∴ ∴ ───── LOST SOUL
NEVER PLACED, NEVER ALIGNED
A VELVET UNBEING,
MAGNETIC IN HER UNLOCATEDNESS,
GHOST-SOFT WHEN SHE SPEAKS
( LIMINAL THEORY | .. • 霧裂 )
Layered like borrowed echoes,
intimate as fingerprints she never owned.
Each beat? A misplacement
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✶ DRIFTLINE SAINTS | 1899
☾ AFTERTONE WANDERER
VELVET DISSOLVE
Ash-tuned. Mist-bent.
Precision thinning into echo.
◌ Volume isn’t their power. It’s their absence.
Deadlines? Just rhythms that forgot their end.
They don’t lead.
They don’t follow.
They drift.
☾ AFTERTONE WANDERER
VELVET DISSOLVE
Ash-tuned. Mist-bent.
Precision thinning into echo.
◌ Volume isn’t their power. It’s their absence.
Deadlines? Just rhythms that forgot their end.
They don’t lead.
They don’t follow.
They drift.
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Not loud, but lasting.
❖ ✣ LOST | SOUL
He rests near the remains of who he once was. Mist-soft reflection. But there in the dim silver of his stare the sorrow remains, wrapped in breath and bone.
| He moves like a prayer that forgot its god
| no answer — just echo.
| Like absence sewn through
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Not loud, but lasting.
❖ ✣ LOST | SOUL
He rests near the remains of who he once was. Mist-soft reflection. But there in the dim silver of his stare the sorrow remains, wrapped in breath and bone.
| He moves like a prayer that forgot its god
| no answer — just echo.
| Like absence sewn through
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Album · 2023 · 11 Songs
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LOST ECHOES 谷 ☍
(The Remains of Something That
Forgot How to Be)
When he stood near me, nothing reached out.
No pull. No heat. No promise.
Only a distortion in the air
like a memory misfiled inside the present.
PERSON HELD TOGETHER BY HABIT 自然 Not broken. Not whole.
Just… unfinished.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
LOST ECHOES 谷 ☍
(The Remains of Something That
Forgot How to Be)
When he stood near me, nothing reached out.
No pull. No heat. No promise.
Only a distortion in the air
like a memory misfiled inside the present.
PERSON HELD TOGETHER BY HABIT 自然 Not broken. Not whole.
Just… unfinished.
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[03/03] LOST SOUL the room didn’t shift.
it thinned.
sound felt delayed.
light felt tired.
even time seemed unsure if it should continue.✅
it thinned.
sound felt delayed.
light felt tired.
even time seemed unsure if it should continue.
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