Dearest Traveler,
Bent among the crooked saturnine winds, beneath the ancients of unconscious skies —
eloquent echoes shiver softly inside nebulas abandoned eons ago. Fear not the reach of
shadows, for they only stretch as far as your soul commands.
May your solitude unravel secrets buried within the sharpened space dusk.
In twilight kinship, eternally,
- 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓞𝓯 𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓲𝓪
Starlit confidant,
I write from within the cold embrace of a time-steeped night. Planetary whispers flicker
past, unraveling untold tales scratched upon dusted parchment. Aetherial paths lead weary
spirits adrift, seeking solace amidst whose century grows eldest.
Whisper back across the ageless chimes.
In solitude, shadow witness to your crescents,
_☽𝔸𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒 🌟