serendipityrealm

random things

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Sunrise in rural Bulgaria.

Shot on Easter Sunday morning, 2026.

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spring through static

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a wall full of small obsessions

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parked somewhere between years

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the day begins gently here

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indoor skies, borrowed moons

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the city, briefly exhaled

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paths that don’t ask where you’re going

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the land remembers every season

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nothing urgent here

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where nothing should grow, something does

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a soft rebellion of pink in Pune

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Torches in the Ruins

Imagine a desolate urban wasteland where crumbling buildings sink beneath overgrown vines and weeds. Above, a heavy, clouded sky looms, casting an eerie, muted light across the ruins. In the foreground, two ominous figures stand locked in the scene’s center — their faces and bodies marked with chilling symbols that speak of their allegiance and hardened status in this bleak world. Each grips a fire baton, its flickering flames throwing restless shadows, cutting through the gloom and heightening the tension. Behind them lie the ghosts of civilization: abandoned cars rusting away, shattered streetlights barely clinging to existence, and walls scrawled with graffiti — signs of a world long lost to decay and despair. The colors? Deep, dark tones dominate — but bursts of orange and red from the flames breathe a fiery life into the darkness, capturing the mood of dread, danger, and defiance.

[fairydrowning]

– Handwritten note found on a wall of Russia

Translation:

Hello, my dear. Here's a confession, I will love you the whole winter and winters here are eternal.

[sireno]

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[his-heart-hymns]

Mun tu shudam tu mun shudi

mun tu shudam tu jaan shudi

Taakas na guyad baad azeen

mun deegaram tu deegri

I have become you, and you me,

I am the body, you soul;

So that no one can say hereafter,

That you are someone, and me someone else.

-Ameer Khusrau,Sufi saint