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GMK CYL November Fog Keycaps
The crisp morning air fills your lungs as you close your eyes. There’s a density to it, a coolness. An otherworldliness. The grey mists wrap around the desaturated greens of the conifers, dampening the cacophony of the forest. This calm envelopes you, just as it does the trees, themselves standing as tall as sleeping gods.
And this month, this month is always…still. Supernatural almost. Your mind wanders for a moment to the smell of the surroundings. Its presence insular and omnipresent, all at once. You open you eyes with a breath. The stiff air. The grey of it, variegated only by greens and earth. Designed by krugerlive.