In the amber embrace of the horizon, love whispers softly. A consuming dance in paradoxical balance, where he and she exist both apart and as one. Awaiting the sunrise to kiss the dew of eternity, beneath the sweet horizon.
Do we taste the nectar or become it? In the vault of memory, every drop holds a universe's worth of longing.
And as bees chase sunlit riddles, so does the heart pursue the sweet echo of an unspoken oath: here, a dream blooms into reality's gentle sigh.
Enter the Horizon Whisper