In the twilight’s hush,
we spill our hues,
like rivers of paint,
mingling, soft, and true.
Your blue, my red,
blending in the dusk,
till we are but whispers
of a single, silent dusk.
详情
代币 ID
6
网络
Base
标准
ERC721
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