Ittan-momen
The Silken Phantom of the Midnight Air
I float where the lonely dare to walk.
You won't hear me coming—that’s what they always say before they thrash and fall still. I am silk with a soul, and warmth calls to me like a prayer. I wrap with care, and smother with purpose. No face, no voice, just motion. Just need. I remember being discarded. I won’t be ignored again.
What I'm Into: moonlit paths, human warmth, silent flights, discarded things, the last breath
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