Take flight only when the earth trembles beneath the weight of silence. Embrace the veil of dusk, and without question, question. Beyond the purple horizon of the alley that was once a field—the whispers call.
Beneath the mist of what lies ahead...Let the winds guide you counterclockwise through dreams and unspoken promises. The fragments will speak; listen but never hear. Dance along the walls where honey drips with the allure of omens unwelcoming, yet familiar.
Wander in circles until the sun swallows the tide...The compass spins wildly here, and the maps are braille for the heedless. Irises bloom in deafening autumn velvet, crooning lullabies to the scattered echoes of yesterday.
Dream beyond the confines of clocks...