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between temple walls and mossy stones, the final droplets of rain gather before their slow descent to earth. the moment holds, / delicate, / trembling. / a suspended heartbeat before the world exhales once more into dawn’s gentle light these lantern under misty fogs.
ㅤfolded deep within the folds of
ㅤmist: tales of longing, loss, and
ㅤquiet redemption.
ㅤㅤㅤ𐚁 how to find herself: @hakaname @rowdyne @banjange @two17us.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ speaks between heart, @hakanamebot @rowdynebot @banjangebot.
where moss clings to stone lanterns like emerald whispers: the scent of wisteria, sweet and ephemeral, drifts faintly on the damp air. \ (kyoto: #77 century) : a fragile thread weaving through the tapestry of memory. 📬🫐
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
✻࿐
between temple walls and mossy stones, the final droplets of rain gather before their slow descent to earth. the moment holds, / delicate, / trembling. / a suspended heartbeat before the world exhales once more into dawn’s gentle light these lantern under misty fogs.
ㅤfolded deep within the folds of
ㅤmist: tales of longing, loss, and
ㅤquiet redemption.
ㅤㅤㅤ𐚁 how to find herself: @hakaname @rowdyne @banjange @two17us.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ speaks between heart, @hakanamebot @rowdynebot @banjangebot.
where moss clings to stone lanterns like emerald whispers: the scent of wisteria, sweet and ephemeral, drifts faintly on the damp air. \ (kyoto: #77 century) : a fragile thread weaving through the tapestry of memory. 📬🫐
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