Post-Lament Anthropocene: Weapons — Luminous Hymn
"The Sentinel's grace, how sweet thou art. Our home was lost, but found at last. With twigs between my beaks, I brave the waves. Bound by love, we're crowned with holy light."
#WutheringWaves
"The Sentinel's grace, how sweet thou art. Our home was lost, but found at last. With twigs between my beaks, I brave the waves. Bound by love, we're crowned with holy light."
#WutheringWaves
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