In the desert swell, where the horizon weeps softly into dusk, grows the immortal Cactus Orb. Upon its spines, the dreams of vagabond lovers stick, bitter and sweet, like forgotten verses on sun-bleached parchment.
Map these revolves of ardor, dear heart. Discover Fiola's Fall, where rivulets murmur poetic soliloquies of yearning. Traverse the emerald labyrinth of Sal viand's grove, where hues meet the forgotten twilight of those thwarted kisses.
The wind whispers tales—Dream Shores and Sorrow Valley, places forgotten by time yet remembered by cartographers of the heart.
Scribe these lands, impetuous traveler, lest your tears, sparkling like dew, reveal the hidden contours of our cactus love map.