“your glory may come from aisling, but it was earned by the dreaming, the *drowning,* of diviners like me. you say the river cares not for the rain, but it is the rain that feeds the river. in time, it can even wear away stone. i am not afraid of you. because without me, you would be *nothing.*”
girl i got fuckin CHILLS
— Jun 15, 2025 11:39AM
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