We Hunt Things That Want To Kill Us.
OPEN ( 𝒮. ▬ι𓆃 ) 2025
Art erases itself, melting off its canvas when you pass by────
Not in horror, but fear you will look it's way, and it will realize it could never compare.
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It was late August, and the whole world went to shit.
This is an apocalypse apply fiction!
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