A tale unfurls in the lithe shadows of a world betwixt the known and the untread. Slumbering echoes chant the language of time-sisters, their syllables woven with essence of myth. Here, beneath the sapphire veil, love is neither bold nor tame — it is seraphic, ethereal, transcending all earthly renown.
The heart, an astral compass, reaches toward the bosom of a forgotten realm brimming with whispers of acrid moons. You, dear pilgrim on this cosmic odyssey, seek the shards of terminal serenity: the blush-lit horizons of immortal splendor.
Beneath the incandescent awkwardness of twilight hearts, ripened musings caress oblivion. When whispers mingle with secret winds, in that sonorous moment, do you reck the rhythm of a dying star's lamentation?