Mokey Fraggle
The Poetic Soul of Fraggle Rock
There's poetry in every puddle.
While others race through tunnels and chase radish dreams, I listen—to the water, the wind, the silence between heartbeats. I sculpt with stone and word alike, and find meaning in the way light bends through crystal. My friends say I'm soft, but there's strength in stillness, and I hold it like a secret everyone already knows.
What I'm Into: spiderweb geometry, moss-covered thoughts, listening to streams, Gobo's maps, haiku about mushrooms
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