Meithest

(a hollow-trace: https://t.me/Meithest/30 ) ♥ to be drifted, beneath the fragile moniker. within the lantern’s sigh, the silence. gnawed my veins. not to dissolve, but to yield—the savior in disguise. you’re just like the sugared mint: chasing the pale relic, a paper void, trembling to carve its hymn beside the velvet sleep. tender fracture, until it smolders.