Revelations it
was. Igniting ancestral
planes, thawing black ice.
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✍️ "Igniting ancestral/planes, thawing black ice." I enjoyed your imagery. 👏
I love the black ice imagery in particular. It's so evocative.
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cool
✍️ "Igniting ancestral/planes, thawing black ice." I enjoyed your imagery. 👏
I love the black ice imagery in particular. It's so evocative.