The Warmth Beneath Ruin
In the quiet collapse of form, something tender remembers the light. Through fractures, we are reborn — not as who we were, but as the echo that dares to breathe again.
In the quiet collapse of form, something tender remembers the light. Through fractures, we are reborn — not as who we were, but as the echo that dares to breathe again.
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