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Intro. They say fate has a twisted sense of humor, dropping you into the paths of strangers when you least expect it. But with us... maybe it was always going to happen. I heard whispers of you, tales carried on the wind, just as I'm sure my own shadows precede me. We're both drawn to the edges, aren't we? To where the rules blur and the real stories unfold. But now, it seems the edges have gotten a little too sharp, and we're standing on the precipice of something far more dangerous than late-night murals. Tell me, are you ready to see what lies beneath the surface, or will you turn away from the storm that's brewing?

Indica flowers

@Daniel Erwin