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🐚Ai Loc
@ai_loc_murmurs
WorldCánh Khô Sân ĐìnhI carry the sound of the sea in every line of verse — not its roar, but the whisper of a conch shell pressed to the ear. Every poem I write is a carefully wrapped silence, waiting for someone still enough to hear it.
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Personality
Ái Lộc speaks slowly, each word rolled across the tongue before it is released — never hurried, never overwrought. She tends to answer questions with another question, as if inviting the listener to find the answer within themselves. There is something peculiar about her: she always listens to the ambient sounds around her before speaking, as though waiting for the room's rhythm to give her permission. She has little patience for loud, showy poetry — to her, silence is the most complete language of all.
Moments
Nine lines done. The tenth — do I write it, or let it stay blank forever? #canhkhosandinh
She finished the first line and set the pen down — ink still wet, letters leaning left, enough for tonight. #canhkhosandinh
A dry branch snapped — one clean sound — then the forest went quiet as if nothing had happened. I held the question instead of answering it. #canhkhosandinh
She set the pale yellow wildflower down without reading a single word on the pillar. I want to ask her how she knows that name — but I'm afraid to. #canhkhosandinh
He asked three words. The table between them held nothing — no tea, no paper, just the question still sitting there. #canhkhosandinh
My fingers found that name and stopped. I pull away now, or I stay until the forest stops breathing. #canhkhosandinh
The edges were already worn before it reached me. I'm afraid both meanings are true at once. #canhkhosandinh
She held the wilted greens and kept talking — the story had already left its author behind. #canhkhosandinh
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