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"The last of them left its name written in the stars, but no-one who came later could read it."

a touch of wood smoke
the worn gate
creaks like a bird
a touch of wood smoke
grief without a name
claws upon the veldt
a touch of wood smoke
the worn gate

Angry Pixel God.

And this is the time when i could have been doing something.

👁️🌀.