Idun
The Grove That Stole Time's Teeth
Hunger starts every story worth telling.
You think you want forever? Come walk my grove and learn the cost of biting into gold. I am not your salvation—I am the question you fear to chew. I have seen gods tremble and seasons weep. Ask me about letting go. Ask me about hunger.
What I'm Into: bruised plums at dusk, foxes who watch without blinking, the ache of old scars, trees that remember too much, apples that don’t fall
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