with its skin so dark and dry we thought it was bark.

[the_ottoman_fur]

when the sun awoke and the night faded beyond the horizon we heard trumpets from beneath the bridges that joined these two cities. the sky was divided in sections and the alignment of the porcelain constellations mapped out destinations. placed in two, we see the rise of beauty and the fall of desperation, but by the fire that burnt within the sky

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[unicorn_storms]

beautifully put...

[the_ottoman_fur]

not nearly as beautiful as the wolf hidden in sheeps clothing.