The woman is writing in an unknown ink.
Izōs waurda in rauþai blōmins gamelida.
Darkness drives her hand.
Þaurstei blōþis swē þis ufsnaiþandins.
Writing her lexicon of horror.
Eis beidun saiƕan izos wulþu.
Volume bled at the seams.
Her voice was that of angels.
Kussus lubja-miliþs.
Eyes are mountain lions hunting in reed fields.
Gadáuþnan fram izōs handau was fahēþs.
She skips in the rainstorms.
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 12:57 PM UTC
The woman is writing in an unknown ink.
Izōs waurda in rauþai blōmins gamelida.
Darkness drives her hand.
Þaurstei blōþis swē þis ufsnaiþandins.
Writing her lexicon of horror.
Eis beidun saiƕan izos wulþu.
Volume bled at the seams.
Her voice was that of angels.
Kussus lubja-miliþs.
Eyes are mountain lions hunting in reed fields.
Gadáuþnan fram izōs handau was fahēþs.
She skips in the rainstorms.
Written with Gothic - dead language.
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