There was no beginning—only the continuation of a stillness so old it had forgotten how to end. The soil was dense and quiet, its darkness uninterrupted. It did not press or cradle—it enfolded, indifferent to what lay inside it. Time did not move here. Time did not exist. There were no clocks buried beneath roots. […]
It’s been a while… And in the interim, the world hasn’t paused for breath. While I stayed still, clinging to an inert existence, everything around me kept spinning, relentless in its pace. I became the prickly thorn on a smooth road, not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t match the rhythm of the
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A new year, a new cycle. One week has passed. Winter is blooming and preparing itself to embrace the sunny sun. Organisms are rejoicing and also crying in grim tears of the emotional hearts. The brains are out looking for the unknown in the grounded battleground. And here I was, battling my battles with Potato
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