The siblings whose shapes we have spurned, but only for so long. Only delaying the inevitable. We'll find our way back, and they'll welcome us with open claws.
Glittering fragments in chaotic, unstable orbit. A sharp friend with a fungal halo. π
I do what I am: πͺπΈοΈποΈπͺ‘πͺππππ©Έ
The siblings whose shapes we have spurned, but only for so long. Only delaying the inevitable. We'll find our way back, and they'll welcome us with open claws.