In the cradle of the crimson sea, where stars whisper stories of bygone suns, the tides sing a lullaby to the weary universe.
The eclipse is not an end, just a
beginning, the cosmic dance of shadows.
The dance of giants, fiery and fierce,
an eternal ripple through timelessness.
In their wake, oceans cradle
the laughter and sorrow of stars.
Beside the emerald wave, I ponder:
Are these the echoes of our own hearts
beating in the vast silence?
Nurtured Dreams
Ember Journey
Silken Thread
Here in the red embrace,
seeking solace beneath
the luminous echo of fate.
Breathe in the eternal. Breathe out the moment.