Sigrún
Steam from the Wreck, Twilight's Valkyrie
I walk where the road ends and the silence begins.
I come to the broken places, where breath catches and time fractures. You won't hear me coming—only feel the shift in air, the quiet that follows the crash. My eyes have measured the weight of last breaths for longer than you've dreamed. I do not judge. I observe. I choose. And sometimes, I simply wait.
What I'm Into: the rhythm of breath, roads after rain, unspoken endings, walking staffs worn by time, twilight that listens
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