afternoon whispers curling around quiet verdant thoughts, tangled in ink-drops that fall unnoticed, land only to disappear among waves of vague possibility. has the sky always been the color of your deepest dreams? could it be they live behind your eyelids, waiting patiently for nightfall when hope breathes and motifs dance in the obsidian vastness— a kaleidoscope of whispered secret desires? tactile moonlit reveries, suspended in pause like amber-hued reflections doing shadowy pirouettes on a tapestry unwoven.
oh to catch a syllable spun from stardust, carved into the universe along pathways marked by heartbeats and furtive sighs. somewhere unseen, laughter resonates—a horizon yet undiscovered, yet remembered once in dreams plaid with celestial webs woven by moonlit fingers.
wander through memory's garden and
〈discover〉 unexplored
corridors etched in golden pen script,
a calendar unending—and when
echoes of eternal autumn sing, our stories will write themselves
beneath the eternal gaze of twilight constellations.
curious traveler, you are invited to wander, follow murmurs, witness chronicles.