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Within the fog, an eerie presence lingers.
To seek should only leave a cold shiver.
Pretending it’s not there.
A truth that I cannot bear.
And still, an eerie presence lingers.
Leaving me with cold, oh so cold shivers .
To seek should only leave a cold shiver.
Pretending it’s not there.
A truth that I cannot bear.
And still, an eerie presence lingers.
Leaving me with cold, oh so cold shivers .
January 24, 2026 at 6:33 PM
Within the fog, an eerie presence lingers.
To seek should only leave a cold shiver.
Pretending it’s not there.
A truth that I cannot bear.
And still, an eerie presence lingers.
Leaving me with cold, oh so cold shivers .
To seek should only leave a cold shiver.
Pretending it’s not there.
A truth that I cannot bear.
And still, an eerie presence lingers.
Leaving me with cold, oh so cold shivers .
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January 21, 2026 at 4:46 AM
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A recipe recreated to perfection
The original is all that gathers attention
Each trait I serve upon a golden platter
But none can eat what’s made of antimatter
A chef without any customers
Providing the abyss with radiant colours
Each night I plead the question
Will tomorrow be the exception?
The original is all that gathers attention
Each trait I serve upon a golden platter
But none can eat what’s made of antimatter
A chef without any customers
Providing the abyss with radiant colours
Each night I plead the question
Will tomorrow be the exception?
January 21, 2026 at 4:42 AM
A recipe recreated to perfection
The original is all that gathers attention
Each trait I serve upon a golden platter
But none can eat what’s made of antimatter
A chef without any customers
Providing the abyss with radiant colours
Each night I plead the question
Will tomorrow be the exception?
The original is all that gathers attention
Each trait I serve upon a golden platter
But none can eat what’s made of antimatter
A chef without any customers
Providing the abyss with radiant colours
Each night I plead the question
Will tomorrow be the exception?