In the corners of twilight, where whispers entwine with shadows, a dreamer dares to wander. The air, thick with the scent of ocean lilies, carries icy promises of northern seas — vibrant and unexplored. Does every heartbeat echo within the chest of the cosmos? With each pulsation, I feel compelled to discover, to dive deeper into the uncharted waters of a heart untamed, holding interstellar constellations in the curve of its embrace.
Oh, with what fervent longing do I traverse these nebulous passages! Past the barricade of unconquered horizons, beyond where the dawn stitches fiery gold into a cloth of night. I see her awaiting, shrouded in mystery — but undefined seasons belay her presence. Around us the syrup of time drips languidly, sweetened by the soft echoing of symphonies that might belong to the angels or perhaps some whispered lullaby of the stars.
In every breath lingers an ocean of poetry, unflowed by ink or parchment yet resonant within the caverns of memory. Here lies her laughter, dancing among constellations rogue and scattered. Should the sea become our witness? Or perhaps a silent confidant to those dreams as we redefine the gravity of our own truth? To lie adrift in these depths, entangled with the complex simplicity of what *could be* — this is a truth worth bearing.