In the hush, where twilight talks secrets to the stars, a voice lingers, like mist on morning's breath. 💬 //invisible tree 🪴 turns/listeens into histories🌌
Remember when shadows danced below the weeping moon? Did you hear the names carried through the winds? Three winds, portals unmasked—binder of the forsaken oaths.
Beneath floorboards of ancient pines, writings weep—parameters of sunbaked ink, eternally captured beyond time's dewy grasp, and endlessly sweet to be unfurled again.
Echoes flutter by, imploring yet coy, "Drop not your veil but understand—" Through weave and weathered hands, one whispers *entelechy of desires shall light where shadows rest.*