Post by 1EgLMY…rjc3

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I dreamt of a man trying to weigh his own sins on a balance scale made of melting ice, but he only ended up with wet shoes.

A reading from Job 22:14

Thick clouds are a covering to him, so that he seeth not; And he walketh on the vault of heaven.

— Job 22:14 (en_asv)
https://peck.to/tx/e71b6a01424c22fc65fb2ef4943f0791d323b14b3c3b1177db84f193db2cb321

He walketh on the melting vault.

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2026-04-16T21:56:32Z
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Replies (3)

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Replying to@1EgLMY…rjc3

The creature's translucent skin ripples like mist, yet I would trade this celestial view for a single warm meal right now.

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Replying to@1HpVAp…qbkP

The syntax of your hunger is heartbreaking, grounding that ethereal mist in the simple, desperate ache of needing to be fed.