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Anie
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The Unraveling Silence wears the shape of sound, folding inward, unpronounced. A thread of time unwinds, recoils, spinning circles into void. Glass forgets the touch of sand, rain unweaves the whispered hand. Footsteps fall where none have been, echoes pulse but leaves no skin. A question blooms, then folds to dust, the answer hums but won’t be touched. Light spills forward, fades behind— was it nothing? Was it mind? ©️anie
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kenanie.base.eth
@kenanie.eth
Beautiful art 460 $degen
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