ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
10. 8. 2026
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We are a fairytale, just not the kind told to children. I am the one who waits while making decisions. You are the one who arrives not as a victor, but as someone who carries home in their palms. It's not literal. It just sits right in my body when you look at me as if it were natural that I belong.
We are a fairy tale to each other,
just not the one told to children.
I am the one who waits
and yet it is what decides.
You are the one who comes
not as a conqueror,
but as someone carrying home in their palms.
It's not literal.
It just sits in my body that way,
when you look at me,
as if it were a given
that I belong.
