◜ 𝚃͟𝙷͟𝙴͟ 𝚂͟𝙻͟𝚈͟𝚃͟𝙷͟𝙴͟𝚁͟𝙸͟𝙽͟ ͟ ◝ ㅤ𝙰𝙼𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾. ⸻ ͏ㅤㅤ﹠ ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 ╱ 𝑯͟𝑶͟𝑮͟𝑾͟𝑨͟𝑹͟𝑻͟𝑺͟.
The swamp mist spreads; silver church gleams through the haze. My house hides behind, in the dark woods, where shadows gather and whisper. Branches bend like old sentinels, and the damp earth remember
every step that dares disturb its silence.
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