No observation—
only words that drown out action.
Their echo is enough
to shatter pride and ego.
My own words return,
and silence follows—
leaving me lurking,
with careful steps and quiet instinct,
tracking something unknown, yet familiar.
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 8:48 PM UTC
No observation—
only words that drown out action.
Their echo is enough
to shatter pride and ego.
My own words return,
and silence follows—
leaving me lurking,
with careful steps and quiet instinct,
tracking something unknown, yet familiar.
Prequel of the "a bittersweet scent"
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