Machida
PΣRMANΣNT//ZΣIMP
Those vanished years of the past, as if obstructed by an ashen glass window, able to peer, yet unable to grasp. He continually longs for everything past, if only he could break through that hazy glass between, he could return to those long lost years
10/16/2025
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a blight, most foul
Hozokauh
𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧? 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴? 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦? 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦? 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴? 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭?
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