Under the morning sun, a lone figure danced. Her aria– the practiced taps of her duck slippers against the dewy grass.
15.03.2025 02:56 — 👍 3 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0@twilightfouette.bsky.social
Restless Dance—Damning Crow.
Under the morning sun, a lone figure danced. Her aria– the practiced taps of her duck slippers against the dewy grass.
15.03.2025 02:56 — 👍 3 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0Spinning in place; practice makes perfect.
11.01.2025 23:38 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0["A banal sight. It doesn't fit."]
01.01.2025 00:07 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Looking to the rain pelting that lonesome reflection of hers, she began to wonder whose heart she truly wished to have all to herself more.
The one that'd breathed life into her ignorant years, or the white rose threatening to take flight as her opposition.
"...Nonsense..."