There exists a labyrinth, woven deep within each inked letter. A curl, a whisper
of saffron sunsets bleeding into the amber canvas. It is here
the melody of unshed tears rests; placidly enveloped in silken
reassurance of words—unvoiced promises existing solely in the heartbeat mounts.
A veil of forgotten dances across this realm.
"Some bonds are born beneath the silent kingdoms of stars,
where consciousness fails to touch yet forever remains, craving.
Our pen, our might, writing echoes where love’s secret breath lies."
Aimless poetry sliding across mysteries carved in raw whispers. The light catches fragments of
longing melodies—those almost breaths, where syllables once tickled the heart. Emerging from the
love streaked horizon: another echo, westward remain, forever free from borders.
Upon restless seas, ever yearning salvage—
like mismatched reflections upon a lake turning silver as moon kisses
a distant skyline. Within shadowywinds echoes entwined; lost fortnight galleries enchant,
an eternity binds as no mortal dream dares to utter sufficiently.
Navigate by subconscious whispers: Visit the Wells.