Crimson Recluse

In the emerald drift of cosmic repose,
where stardust sways in hypnotic embrace,
a recluse wanders,
carving crimson paths through the astral mist.

Whispers of ancient galaxies echo,
tales of velvet tides and silvered winds—
a voyage assertive,
grounded in the poetry of celestial dreams.

Brave the nebula’s silent song,
let the sorrows of earth dissolve—
beneath the ephemeral waves,
the heart finds its eternal quest.

The recluse, a guardian of hidden realms,
sails through nights ablaze with memories,
untouched by the dawn of fleeting time.
Dreamweaver's Path | Lunar Crescent