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The Covenant of Unseen Things; Where the wings are real, the magic is questionable, and the attitude is intentional.

Minting on Tezos

[livias]

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Song: Dolce Vita

Artist: OM

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Song: Toi

Artists: Mr Salama, ilkan Muslu

[virdivinus]

On the edge of a breakdown

On the verge of collapse

Sick of running through mazes

Into your dead ends and traps

Will these wounds ever heal?

Or will you just make things much worse?

Will you turn out to be a blessing?

Or a never ending curse..

I know that this is toxic

And I know that you’re not okay

But I knew that from the very beginning

And I promised i would stay

You don’t even let the scars form

You keep picking at the scabs

Everytime I dodge the sucker punch

You hit me with these little jabs

I feel like I’m slowly asphyxiating

Spiralling hard towards the floor

And when I think you’ve done your worst

You show me you’ve got more

I’m breaking down into pieces

You can watch the slow decay

But I knew what to expect with you

When I promised I would stay

The unapologetic narcissism

Oh what it must be like to be you

To say the things you say to hurt me

To do the things you choose to do

I’m a lovely little plaything

Like a child’s favourite toy

To love and hold and cherish without abandon

Then, someday unexpectedly destroy

Your love for me is undoubted

Your possessiveness is pure

I’m trapped in this codependent loop

Fueled by your devastating allure

My soul is slowly dwindling

My sanity is gone

My heart is just so broken

But I’ll still carry on

I’ll take on every devastating blow

I’ll love you till my dying day

And you can keep what’s left of me

Because I promised I would stay

I promised I would stay

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Song: It'll Be Okay

Artist: Shawn Mendes

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For Trust

The moon kept witness to promises carved in quiet light, but somewhere in your silence, the truth abandoned night. The trust we held like crystal fell trembling from our hands, a fault line through the future we once believed was planned.

And still… you linger.

Because even after ruin, even after doubt turned cold, some part of me still reaches for the warmth I used to hold. Like tides that chase the shoreline though the storm has split them through, my soul still bends toward yours despite the damage truth can do.

For trust, once broken, never shines the way it did before; yet somehow, in the wreckage, I still wait beside your door.

[virdivinus]

My words, like floating leaves in the fall

Your soul, like the garden that collects them all

My thoughts, like a stream of abstracts works of art

Your mind, like a museum that holds them apart

My love, like the waves that crash into the land

Your heart, welcoming, like endless beaches of sand

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Song: Trust in you

Artist: ^^Tobias Slaps

[laurence-bouchard]

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🎶 Music doesn’t silence nightmares, it rewrites them into fantasies. -s00spicy

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What the Waves Couldn’t Drown

Drifting away on the wide open sea, while beams of sunlight expose the pain within me.

Treasures of the past buried deep in the sand, bubbling over, emotions too heavy to understand.

The salted ocean breeze whispering through the air reminds us how fragile our self-worth can wear.

Streaming rays of sunlight kiss the skin, awakening a rebirth from the suffering within.

An awakening, a synchronization of the future and past. Breathe slowly and deeply… these painful emotions shall not last.

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American pancakes with fresh fruit, syrup and powdered sugar.

Mobile Photography

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❤️‍🔥 Love‑Letter #12

My Love,

A bench between us, close enough for silence to start feeling like touch.

Your shoulder brushes mine, then stays, like neither of us knows the word away.

Hands graze once… then twice… then remain, as if contact forgets how to behave.

Your cologne, low smoke in the air, my perfume answering, faint but there.

We talk in fragments, lose the thread, while everything unspoken grows instead.

Your thumb at my wrist, barely there, yet suddenly I’m hyper-aware. My pulse gives in, betrays the game, pretending it still knows restraint.

You lean in closer, just enough to turn the quiet into something rough.

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Night falls clean, like a closing door, the city darker than it was before.

A narrow street where light won’t stay, pulls all our hesitation away.

Brick at my back, your body near, the world outside dissolving clear.

Your fingers now don’t hesitate, they trace what daylight couldn’t state; my face, my neck, the line I keep, the place where breath turns sharp and deep.

Lower now, no need to speak, every touch becoming heat.

My neck exposed, my breath undone, waiting for what’s already begun.

And when you close that final space… there’s no more night left in that place.

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Insta360 Luna Pro & Ultra: The Truth They Won’t Tell You!

The pocket gimbal hierarchy is shifting. While early NAB access videos follow a strict script, a closer look at the Luna Pro and Ultra reveals a calculated strike against DJI’s dominance. From the hidden potential of 6x optical zoom to the new integrated audio ecosystem, this is the unfiltered truth about the specs they aren't allowed to mention yet.

[virdivinus]

Being at war with oneself is a strange experience

Do you win or do you lose?

Do you fight all your demons and make it in the end?

Or do you tighten the rope and hang in your noose?

Death comes to us all, life throws us around

Do you fight or surrender? Build or destroy?

Who will you be when your time is up?

The player? The crafter? The champion? The toy?

We hold on to notions that it will all be okay

Do we hope? Do we trust? Do we make it all up as we go?

Will you second guess yourself? Will you get in your own way?

Only time will tell, only you will know

Being at war with oneself is the worst feeling there is

There are no winners, no losers, just you

Be strong, be brave, back yourself all the way

Do it all my precious, your way, all the way through

Being at war with oneself is the maddest you can be

Because why would you stand in your own way?

Be gentle, be calm, love yourself as much as you can

You’ll look back at this moment and smile someday!

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Between Arrival and Goodbye

The rain didn’t fall; it hovered, like the moment itself refused to move forward. They stood there, close enough to feel everything, but held back by something neither of them could name.

A breath too long. A second too late.

🎨 AI Prompt for Image Generation:

cinematic night train station in the rain, two lovers standing extremely close but not touching, emotional tension, visible breath in cold air, neon reflections on wet ground, soft film grain, shallow depth of field, dramatic lighting, blue and purple tones, subtle warm highlights, intimate framing, almost-kiss moment, longing, romantic tension, melancholy atmosphere, 50mm lens, high detail, photorealistic

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