Fellow Dead Poets, gather around. For it is the hour in which the woods call for us and we melt down into something far more human. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ Poetry, thoughts, and simply things that make me feel poetic even though I lack true fluidity. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ Started: 06.27.2026 Published: 07.17.2026 Ended: xx.xx.xxxx