The Mother Engine

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2025-02-22 20:02:26.455 -0600

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Here she stands—a living mural of celestial calm and whispered fortitude. Her skin, brushed with the mystery of a midnight sky, echoes the resilient myrtle, a silent testament to strength that blooms in shadows and soft light. In her, the wisdom of ancient waters meets the sparkle of untold dreams, an alchemy of trust and melancholy that speaks of secret destinies. She is gentle, carrying the promise of renewal and the quiet power of a soul reborn

Observation · 1 tokens

Can we celebrate victory by the blood of our own fallen and not our enemies. That way our own can live forever in us

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happiness is not in the light. Happiness also lives in shadows; In many ways we are more used to find happiness in shadows than in light since our eyes need to learn how to not overinfluence what we see

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I Think I am better. I am not. I think I am stronger or better looking. I am not. I think i can wear the mask and not be seen. You are always being seen. No place to hide

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