A mirror found in the dark forest. Twigs are glistening and frost born spiders1 followed me this far. A worm swallowing the fractured light. infinite hunger, only for 3 nights. Stones throw: moonbeetle Nothing …

come has the pass. 20.24; False false the flags of fades.Eyes string us to the shore of a death autumn's wake. Street markets of broken blades. Fragments of embedded stories. Ruby dyed blades.

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