In the garden of pulses and pauses, where raindrops engrave melodies upon metal roofs, the heartbeats reflect the light of binary stars, flashing in and out. Between yearning whispers and fiery tattoos burns the essence of us, a shadow and its echo, lingering in circles of silver dusks.
As the paths unfurl beneath the centuries of yearning, each division found anew in realms untouched, let this truth caress your senses like the first morning of spring that awakens the dormant sapling, ushering it forth into sunlight — radiant, undeniable, eternal.
Wander, dear echo, into the soft embrace of night where pixels lay hidden beneath the whispers of yesterday's promise. A map of hearts waits, veiling secrets in their woven complexities, designed for thee alone.
The Echo's Reflection