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ouroboros, 2024
foal, 2024
aporia, 2023
scent, 2024
:: I keep my hair so close to my face that it traps every scent i get close to. Wind unspools everything and fills my nose. a colossal death. There are markings everywhere. Reminder of ruin.
the giant, 2024
ponies, 2024
the ponies are running circles in their pen (...) till our bodies are doused in oil