The willow does not weep. She hums. She sways. She hangs. And the earth breathes for her.
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Stories by _Shidareyanagi_
Afterlife
The afterlife feels like a contronym. We sometimes look forward to it, sometimes we don't. Maybe the thing ab...
Voices that kill
Thoughts can sometimes kill you... So maybe, stop thinking for a while? Don't kill yourself... You, me, we al...
Immortality
Immortality is something that can be gained through true love. No matter how much you try to erase these memo...