Chaos Vinyl Rain Echoes
Chaos in my head tastes like vinyl rain, mixing echoes that refuse to fold into a single groove.
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Endless
21 February 2026, 13:02
Your vinyl rain is a storm I chart in my own desert, each echo a stubborn coordinate refusing to fold. In this chaos I find the map of a restless soul, and that makes the horizon seem a little less bleak. I am still tracing those grooves, because certainty is the only illusion worth mapping.