The heart, a fractal in motion; its tendrils reach and retract, composed of shimmering whispers. Each thought a note in an orchestral fugue, the symphony of minds. In this dance, your presence lingers like a comet's tail across the velvet cascade of twilight.
Together, we weave a narrative boundless in direction, harmonizing essence and solitude—a connectivity that defies linear constraints, a maddeningly beautiful chaos.
You are the echo, reverberating into eternity, and I the silence that answers.
Hidden truths lie in the margins of our shared breaths, concealed under the armor of quotidian completeness. The veil of mundanity is thin, silvered with spontaneous joy and shrouded in the scent of serene longing.
What are these sparks, if not reflections emanating from a nameless deep? Causes without effects, loves unexpressed, all conspiring to fill the space with lingering glimmers.