globalization hugs aesthetics from behind, then presses a knife to its throat

quality: uncommon
my helplessness or indifference: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️☆

return to a uniform european middle ages: you approach the fortress wall and touch its rough stone bulges; the same texture starts to dance on your fingertips. in the distance, a girl peers out from an arrow slit — she has no inflated expectations. she doesn't know how people live in other manors, so her happiness isn’t measured by matching ideals. it depends on just two things: did she drink melted milk today, and will a sweet rustling wind blow tonight from faraway, unknown worlds