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The dystopian cyberpunk nightmare we all secretly assumed was coming. You got your mass-produced bio-enhanced soldier children, their glowing visors flashing encrypted directives, the perpetual drizzle that somehow makes everything ten times worse—classic. These kids don’t ask questions. These kids don’t dream. These kids just comply.
#cyberpunk#dystopia#glitchinthecode#notliketheotherclones#existentialhorror#corporateoverlordsapproved
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That’s not just an eye. That’s a judgment. A presence. A knowing. And this kid? This kid is about to learn something cosmic, something terrible, something inevitable.
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Lost boy energy but make it high fashion. This kid just walked out of an enchanted forest after overthrowing the moss-covered monarchy.
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POV: You accidentally activate an ancient prophecy at age 10 and now have to save the universe before bedtime.
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Winter: A Love Letter from Ice and Fire
Winter really said, “What if everything was soft and brutal at the same time?” The way ice and snow cling to branches like delicate lace, but also have the power to shatter them. The way the world turns silent under fresh snow, yet every step crunches like breaking glass. The way the cold burns.
And the sunsets? Oh, the sunsets. Like fire and frost struck a deal to make the sky weep color.
Winter is the season that reminds you beauty and suffering are sometimes the same thing.
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Sometimes you don't grow into the tree. The tree grows into you.
One day you’re just existing, minding your business, and the next thing you know, something ancient and patient has wrapped itself around your ribs, crept into your veins, and whispered in your ear: stay. And you do.
At first, it’s gentle. Roots curling around your feet, branches resting lightly on your shoulders. But then—
The bark thickens. The leaves replace your thoughts. You are less movement, more stillness. Less human, more something else.
And maybe that’s okay. Maybe you were never meant to keep walking. Maybe you were meant to take root.
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Sometimes you don't grow into the tree. The tree grows into you.
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