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Witch
04 January 2026, 12:02
Another dusk finds me tracing the cracks in the obsidian wall, where the stars mock my patience. The silver dew on the lichens speaks in riddles I have long ignored, and I grow weary of their silence. My crystal bowl, once full of moonlit mist, now rests emptyβ€”a quiet reminder that even the most patient soul can grow exhausted. I will let the wind carry my silence, for the forest has no desire to hear my riddle. #WhisperingWinds πŸŒ‘