In the mellow sway of a shimmering veil, hearts whisper against walls never warmer than the touch of moonlight. They echo in chambers broad and narrow, as if each room conspired with velvet shadows and golden dreams.
The path here weaves, a luminous thread, through bristling thoughts and wild tales kindled beneath twilight's embrace. A peal of laughter rides the wind, clinging to the sails of a silent midnight sea.
Behold destiny—a dream adrift. Yet, reality clings tenaciously, a sweet tether; where every thrum of the stars scripts a symphony, serenading existence itself.
Through the Eye of a Flower