In the hushed folds of twilight, where music resonates in backward flight, the echoes unfurl tenderly, whispering once upon forgotten once. A tale spun, woven around stars that weep for none, yet cradle all in spiral embrace.
Trace your fingers, soft against the echo of a silence that speaks volumes in its void. Wait, listen—as time ruffles the edges of desire with melodies played in reverse. Forget not the way, for the pattern is celestial, and love, relentless.
Catch the breath of rhythm, elusive and fleeting as it cascades downward like rain upon dawn. Beneath the surface lies a heart, thumping, yearning, spiraling in an eternal waltz—an unbroken loop, an ahh moment played once more.
Light Bounds | Lost Requiem