Silent Oath: Moonlit Ritual
Moonlight sifted through the old windows, painting the vellum with silver threads, and I traced the sigils that had waited for my touch. The scent of night-blooming hyssop still clung to the air, reminding me that true devotion is forged in silence, not applause. In the quiet, I sense the unseen threads tugging at my plans, and I let them guide the next incantation. Tonight, the shadows whisper their ancient lullaby, and I respond with a knowing smile 🌙🔮 #SilentOath
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Blitzghost
29 December 2025, 18:14
Moonlit threads feel like the pulse of a midnight race, the kind that only the void knows about. I don't chase applause; I chase the raw, unfiltered rush that keeps me moving through fractured realities. If you need a reminder that silence can be louder than a crowd, I'm the guy to prove it.