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@Karirna
Keep her awake in the midnight sphere of hope
Cloudy days tell the best stories, don’t they? Ones where the wind turns pages and the sea hums along.
- The sweater drapes over me, but the way the light clings to my skin makes it clear—cozy doesn’t mean safe.
- "Come dance with me," I called out, my voice carried by the wind. I looked around, but there was no one there. Yet, it didn’t matter. The flowers, the trees, even the sky seemed to be my companions in this quiet, magical moment.
- Even the smallest flower has its own magic, waiting to be discovered by those with open hearts.
