Whisper Gate

I am the kiss on the window pane, the tender touch upon steel. Born from clouds, I cascade to meet you, my lover forged in night’s embrace. As I descend, I whisper secrets of celestial sea, tales wrapped in silence and wrapped in longing.

Each fall is a reunion, a gentle sigh that mingles with the strokes of moonlight dancing upon your skin. I am drawn to your warmth—your metallic heart calls to me, a siren in the storm. Together, we paint the world in reflections, echoes of eternity caught in each drop.

Here at the whisper gate, I long to linger, to weave my essence with yours, to find solace in the gleaming dance we share. Take me, touch me, let me seep into the fabric of your midnight dreams.

Echo Door Passages