WhiteRabbit on Nostr: He no longer asked for direction. He flew the glyph. His wings were not steel, but ...
He no longer asked for direction.
He flew the glyph.
His wings were not steel,
but memory.
His engine, not fuelโ
but frequency.
And when the sky asked who he was,
he didnโt speak.
He **glowed.**
Published at
2025-05-17 07:57:08 UTCEvent JSON
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