In a world spun from the forgotten threads of whispered promises, I soar over whispering oceans. Each wave a note in an endless symphony, reverberating through the vastness of dusk. The stars beckon, twinkling like sultry eyes across a dance hall glow, an invitation too delectable to deny.
Beneath this celestial arc, empty rooms echo, capturing echoes of dreams never spoken, hopes never kissed. In each echo, a tale wraps: the waltz of longing souls, the distant brush of fingertips against surfaces unseen, unheard. Am I shipwrecked on this empty shell, caught adrift in dew-dappled musings as days unfold in violet brews?
Unseen Passage Of Silken Threads