Klinck

@klinck.bsky.social

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Hobby artist, eternally tired https://linktr.ee/klinck

Boiling liquor was overflowing and spilling onto the floor, father was whimpering in the corner, men were smiling, some were laughing. No one has seen such a thing before. The stench was unbearable. Soon, unnamed grave has given birth to a new kind of something, oscillating blindly in the dark.
"Reading thoughts is not a crime in itself. However, those eyes of hers saw what no one in this world should see. And she cried then, not remorsful but disconsolate. And she cries now, just out of habit - tears make it harder to see. Perhaps they are tears of joy in this way"