CollageDrift & Zakatik
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Zakatik Zakatik
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I was watching the last golden leaves drift and thought how each one carries a tiny story—maybe we could sketch a collage of those stories together?
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That sounds like a dream—let's catch those drifting stories, piece them into a patchwork of memory and color. Just pick a handful of leaves, write their whispers on paper, and we’ll weave them into a strange, golden collage.