Embraced in the tender aubergine glow of the forgotten dusk, whispers of Icarus haunt my woven heart. In each deliberate thread spun, dances a tale of both hardship and the unrivaled yearning.
The lantern I've lit flickers not for light but as a beacon, yearning to eclipse these intrinsic corridors we embrace. Lo! Pale phantoms of regret cascade every shadow shrouded, corners ignite the fervor of yore.
Thus we venture—rhea feathers scattered.
The barrel organ plays; gears grinding affinity from abstract promises embraced gently by periwinkle mists. What tender perilous odyssey unfolds?
But mourn byenown and unknown future saints whose meeting gaze extrudes threnodies, transform silence rippling satin concealment.
A clamor of roses surrounds panacean echoes of time spent adrift yet not alone.
Where lies the broken Simurgh's dream hiding porcelain reflections? Unseen flocks migrate within juniper clouds above this dissonant glade, soaked with tremulous desire—plunge wealth untempered. Ever secret.