Human Condition
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This site contains simple things. Do not overthink when engaging. If any feeling surfaces, inspect that feeling.
NFSW
In the town of candlelit streets, a travelling soul finally ends its journey.
What returns is the echo of its life across time and space, like a ripple, fleeting.
And now it sleeps, and now it sleeps. Under the tree, round the corner, by the tea stall.