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Crinkling leaves fall onto Its face Withering just like the trees Life is dead and unheard in the Upside-down. Silvery slivers of shining moonlight Call out to none. To no other. The shine glorifies the scattered bones. It strides. It wanders, searching. It does not know. "Ŵháŧ aṛə wĕ... §ęeīng, Caecilius?" Its pale body feverishly stumbles. Crashes, crumbles. Slumps. Its neck cranes around and around and It sees the world Upside-down. Crinkling leaves fall onto Its face They collect, gravity pressing downwards Droplets freeze on Its face Leaves stick to the pale, clammy skin The leaves are dead, and so are the trees, and so is It. These eyes turned the world upside-down.
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Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 2:47 AM UTC
Upside-down
Crinkling leaves fall onto Its face Withering just like the trees Life is dead and unheard in the Upside-down. Silvery slivers of shining moonlight Call out to none. To no other. The shine glorifies the scattered bones. It strides. It wanders, searching. It does not know. "Ŵháŧ aṛə wĕ... §ęeīng, Caecilius?" Its pale body feverishly stumbles. Crashes, crumbles. Slumps. Its neck cranes around and around and It sees the world Upside-down. Crinkling leaves fall onto Its face They collect, gravity pressing downwards Droplets freeze on Its face Leaves stick to the pale, clammy skin The leaves are dead, and so are the trees, and so is It. These eyes turned the world upside-down.
Inspired by Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden
A_Silent_Owl
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A_Silent_Owl
15/M/Florida, USA
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 2:47 AM UTC
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