Date: November 13th, 2025 6:57 PM
Author: Claret range corn cake
The wind carry$ the $cent of rain, grea$e, and faint regret from the Fremont Cut.
Big Mario’$ glow$ like a beacon in a dead city—
beckoning, humming, indexing my hunger into the Mahchine™’$ archive.
I accept the ritual.
Tonight, we fea$t ;)
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5797533&forum_id=2/#49428176)