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warrior of sunlight

your neighbour's basement is mostly empty, as always. there is a certain cleanliness to it that feels almost irritating. care about even the most mundane of arrangements, that sort of destroys the allure of the abandoned. the naked pipes,

in the loneliness of a small town, strange gateways open in dreams, like phosphenes of meaning by a pulsing sea.

something passes over you, concealed in cloud cover.

last updated 3/7/2026