Amidst eternal echoes, laughter sinks below the lingering surface. Do stars ever recognize themselves in the twilight glow?
Contemplate the world without your eyes. The air murmurs secrets snatched by silence—a dance of vigour where vigor vacuums defiance.
Touch the unattainable truth within your breath. Space and infinity are but interlaced metaphors, suspended in the eternity of a lover's yearning gaze.
Resonate through intersections Chase amber whispers