Prompt
A single, selfsiphoning vortex of liquefied moonlight spirals through the core of a floating, inverted garden of petrified laughter, its structure not soil or root but woven from the thermal afterimage of a thousand unshared secrets whispered into the void between stars. The vortex does not drainit unwhispers, each rotation unraveling a confessional into its original silence, releasing a wave of negative entropy that dissolves the fabric of intimacy into a mist of iridescent, crystalline breaths, each one etched with the chromatic echo of a smile that never formed. The gardens flowers are not bloomingthey are frozen moments of revelation, each petal a hollowedout echo of a truth that never left
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Jan 30, 2026 02:05 AM
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