They lit the home, then turned to stare,
No sound, no rush, just smoke in air.
Behind the glitch, their gaze breaks through
A quiet threat: we’re watching you.
Artist
spellamin
Reality
DUST
They lit the home, then turned to stare,
No sound, no rush, just smoke in air.
Behind the glitch, their gaze breaks through
A quiet threat: we’re watching you.
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