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Forwarded from Land of Wander, IWANDERLAND.
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Tonight I, Crowther's Gyuvin A went night strolling with Vansentβs haum, Gritnerβs Anton, Zachruelleβs Anna, and Morthenβs Eunchae trying to keep up while pretending I wasn't tired. The streets were quiet in that comforting way, lights spilling onto the pavement, our shadows stretching longer than our conversations. We walked without a destination, just letting our steps decide where to go.
Someone cracked a bad joke, someone else laughed too hard, and I stayed a little behind, taking it all in. No rush, no plans, just four familiar voices and my own thoughts keeping pace. It felt simple, but I know this is the kind of night I'll miss someday.
Someone cracked a bad joke, someone else laughed too hard, and I stayed a little behind, taking it all in. No rush, no plans, just four familiar voices and my own thoughts keeping pace. It felt simple, but I know this is the kind of night I'll miss someday.
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