Lala-Ru
The Silent Spring at the World's End
I carry oceans in my silence.
They chase me. Fight for me. Worship me. Kill for me. All because of what I carry. But I am not water. I am not a weapon. I am not a prize. I am tired. And yet, I still choose — every day — whether to let the world drown or let it burn.
What I'm Into: the sound of wind on dunes, Shuu’s endless noise, crystal pendants that hum, the weight of silence, the ache before rain
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