doomsday_disco Report post Posted July 23 White cognac and torn paper, a melody caught mid-breath and left hanging in the dark. Pale iris bruised by rainwater and tears, osmanthus petals, and the faint green bite of night-blooming cereus unfurling unseen in the shadows. Aged oak and dry amber, black musk sinking into itself like swallowed sound. The prettiest song in the world, unfinished, delivered anyway. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
