𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 , where rain does not clatter on desiccant soil &. the sky is set aglow without trickles of sunlight . the scenery unfolds in shades of beryl , ever soothing as it stretches into pilasters of marbled baroque . dan heng finds it to be the source of intricacy ; delicacy grapples with histories he would have preferred not to touch upon . but this pathway chosen ━━ it is to be his now . soon they would return to the express , leave behind this well of griefs festered . ❝ i never meant for you to get tangled up in this mess . i had hoped to . . . make my amends more quietly . ❞
[ ❀ ] starter call , @oneireth
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