Somewhere between the heart's clandestine murmur and the lingering gaze of the moon, lies the equation unwritten.
Beyond numbers, beneath stars, amorphous variables whisper.
When the sky blushes and the ocean sighs, does time not curve,
bending the very fabric of space into a dance of hues?
What is love, if not a quasar's echo, suspended in amber? Wrapped in the silence of infinity, a secret with no end.
Resonate Through Amber
Spiral of Emotion
Of Aether Dreams
