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Simulacrum of life, over-exposed, unsaturated. Subtle tones of skepticism catch my eyes, from lack of faith, to lack of better words.
2024.11.19
Welcome to my east-looking garden.
Simulacrum of life, over-exposed, unsaturated. Subtle tones of skepticism catch my eyes, from lack of faith, to lack of better words.
2024.11.19
Under the spotlight of feverish dreams, translated obsessions show their true colours, but they make no sound.
2024.11.18
Tingles and chimes, sweetness on my tongue, a yearning for a delicate chaos. Here is the spice of life, Now is its recipient.
2024.11.12
Fears, I told you a hundred times you were irrational, yet you still exist. You may as well come in and join me for tea.
2024.11.11