๐™†๐™„๐™‰๐™‚ ๐™Š๐™ ๐™๐™„๐™ˆ๐™€ โ€”

@protectoroftime.bsky.social

๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐™๐™๐™š ๐˜ฟ๐™ค๐™ง๐™–๐™š๐™ข๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š.

Besides the sound of an occasional wind and tumbleweeds rolling against the ground. The sound of footsteps could be heard. Boots making their imprint upon the surface. โ๏ธŽ Hmโ€”? โž While not wearing a full cowboy outfit to fit the scenery, he did have a hat on. Going over to see what they were up to.

LuKhun@avioletstorm.bsky.social ยท last mo.

@protectoroftime.bsky.social The Wild West. Long-reaching desert sands, cactuses, rolling tumbleweed. It looks like the birdman was out searching for something there, inspecting various, though scarce, plantlife.