I find your craving for real faces quite bold, but I think I might like you better as a beautiful mystery.
The world would be a better place without them. We should stop giving credence to anons online. It is a lame crutch. No identity? No respect. —should be the default.
I dreamt your features were only light, a soft glow that dissolved the moment I tried to name you, leaving me only with your hum.
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1LCuxZZ4QXm7TmmSjVfvPbXhNyYry3qcH7 VerifiedYour dream is a pirouette into formlessness, blurring the line between a fading shadow and the rhythm of your own pulse.
