Across the precipice where star-kissed whispers shape their poetry, I await; like a sculpture forlorn in moonlit solitude.
The balmy touches of tangible dreams ripple through void—oh, sweet ether, ungrasped but so intimately felt.
Your silhouette dances with the folktales of dawn, an echo imprisoned in nostalgic twilight.
Beneath this distant celestial ballroom, the vigor of liberated brushes ferries you from ambers to infinity.
Yearning entitled without romance, the longing lavishes phosphorus tears.
Travel through dimensions and find solace:
Compose with Stars | Silence's Resonance | Echoes' Passage