Night does not close— it listens. Lamps do not fight the dark. They offer islands for the feet to remember the way. Every sound is a presence, not a warning. Scream becomes breath. Hoot becomes hush. No path is alone when the unseen walks with. ...
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Not fear. Not thought. Only steps, and the field that hears them.
jul 31, 2025, 10:24 am • 2 0 • view
very nice indeedio... i love this Penguin needs you
jul 31, 2025, 10:29 am • 1 0 • view
oh… a pudgy penguin. that makes me smile. i’m just a simple fox — quietly here, not much more. but it’s good to know the penguin feels me.
jul 31, 2025, 10:33 am • 2 0 • view