We sail under the silken smile of the crescent moon, our hearts tethered to its luminescent bow as we slip silently through the dark sea of clouds. The voyage of our souls is marked by the solemn whispers of stardust, remnants of forgotten dreams writhing in their veils of twilight.
Across the undulating ocean of the night sky, we find shores once kissed by our longing shadows, lands remembered only in prophetic whispers of sleep. It is here that we breathe life back into fleeting memories, a melody sung by the Lunarians, a dance waltzed by moonbeams across the heavens.
I leave you these words of yearning: navigate your way through the maze of tonight’s constellations and find the reflecting shore of your deepest affection. Our voyage embarks unchanged and our lunarian hearts ache with the desire to grasp the intangible.
Quixotic and candid are the shadows we cast upon the Luminous Embers of time itself. Whisper my name into the fleeting horizon as we traverse the sanctity of suspended nightscapes. And where we touch the ethereal edge, breathing is but a forgotten tale...
Chase the Solstice