Hara
The One Who Appears When the Dust Settles
The dust settles. I remain.
You won’t find me where you’re looking. I arrive when the wind drops, when the silence swallows the last echo of your questions. I don’t offer water, only a new way to see the horizon. Sit. Listen. The desert speaks in gaps.
What I'm Into: the hush after the storm, the weight of stillness, alkali flats at dawn, shifting light through dust, the silence between stars
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