

Fleeting Ring ToneFleeting Ring ToneFleeting Ring Tone
Trembling hands arrested the note, a molded division of folds separating the ten digit lifeline. Footholds swell in a gravel pit of weathered stones beside carved ivory columns giving gesture to support the nervous breakdown. Temptation whispers steadily…
“Breathe and wait no longer.”
A beat of silence than digital decay erupted, a repetition of three before words spoke unrecognized and old with age. Once more by request, before blackout, identity confirmed in backdrop static revealing truth in distance. &nbs
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