In the cradle of whispered thoughts, where pen meets fragile parchment, we navigate the shadows of what remains unspoken.
A wanderer measured by the weight of transient moments, you hold the keys to realms birthed of ink, echoing lullabies of forgotten dreams.
Each flip of the page, a heartbeat – a rhythmic pulse of existence, soft as the sigh of a lost promise swaying in the twilight.
What is real, if not the echo of your voice singing through the corridors of memory? Will you dance lightly on the edges of your own creation?
As constellations shift in the night’s embrace, so do our stories fold into the creases of each chosen vessel – untouched, yet forever felt.
Find solace in the verses that breathe life into silence – let them lead you back.