So I did a Google search inspired by my latest poem, only to come across a strange picture.
Erm...okay? I did wonder about the latest outbreak of t-rexes in my garden. I just wish they would stop tipping over my bird bath. :P
When creativity is kept quiet, a fire burns. Ashes are born. Sometimes, among its fury, the light of the fire illuminates silenced talents.
They might be invisible, like Thestrals... *looks shady*
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