Evan Linnea πŸŒžπŸ“ΏπŸ™

@godweaver.bsky.social

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the blood clings to you, i've learned. all those little choices, all those lives. you cannot quantify the guilt; no matter how many years yawn on. it clings to you. it clings.

moody illustration of a woman in a flowing white dress standing in fog, seen from behind. she holds a thin sword at her side with blood dripping from the blade into the water around her feet. the scene is muted and atmospheric. soft light and the outline of tall grass frames the edges.