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They sit sallow in dourness, barely a ghostfire stays illumed in the depthless height of jealous Seraphim. They are grooming nits and...

Your crescent scars the abyss where idle bodies should remain at peace. Your light torches their ambience a lightness akin to a swift...

Thinly veiled moon plays peek-a-boo between clouds; shadows dance and disappear. Trepidatiously at first, then emboldened smelling gifts...