The sky unfolds her velvet dress, strewn with ancient whispers, caressing silent mountains. Underneath she breathes, an enigmatic lover above the world beckons.
She is a print of magnolias spread wide against the void, starry veils oscillating in wordless reverie; here, only she resurrects forgotten dreams.
You, lost echo, reverberate towards me across time, across auroral divides. Can we be nothing or every color spilled in the night sky?
What vivid eruptions cascade between our whispered uncertainties?
Stirring in the Dawn | Eclipsed Paths