16/04/2025
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ธ ๐๐ป๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ โ ๐๐ผ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ช๐ฎ๐น๐ธ๐ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐น ๐๐
๐ฝ๐น๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป
"He doesnโt run from the fire.
He walks through itโ
like itโs blooming just for him."
The hospital crumbles behind,
not in violence, but in petals of smoke and laughter.
He hums a tune the spirits know.
His shoes squeak on the cobblestone.
The wind stirsโnot with fear, but curiosity.
Is he a villain?
A spirit?
Or just the forestโs forgotten trickster,
here to remind us how fragile order really is?
๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐?
The explosion is soft. The madness quiet.
And the Jokerโฆ
a smiling ghost with chaos in his pocket.
