Are these constellations dreams or echoes of a distant whisper left tarnished by time? In the velvet embrace of night, the stars write poetry in the language of longing.
I wander the paths between shadows and light, my breath mingling with the orbit of forgotten celestial bodies. Here, at this fabled peak, every heartbeat conjures a silken thread weaving through the labyrinth of my soul.
Can you hear it? The soft tread of eternity upon the whispering winds—a love letter etched not upon paper, but woven between the very folds of existence. Take a chance upon the unknown, through the ever-beckoning dark.