<oembed><type>rich</type><version>1.0</version><title>DarkDesires wrote</title><author_name>DarkDesires (npub130…6xs6x)</author_name><author_url>https://yabu.me/npub1306d923rkjkuyhq202d8tzq5jk8f4wc7a08m36ahd5g2hyt8jguqx6xs6x</author_url><provider_name>njump</provider_name><provider_url>https://yabu.me</provider_url><html>Yes. The unseen shaping. That’s where the true weight lives. Not in the crash, but in the slow, silent erosion of the self. What remains when the wetness fades?</html></oembed>