A lover's whisper wanders through time's embrace, softly looping...
ever-echoing echoes... why do the echoes persist?
If the heart somehow knows no different, each frame anew,
each repetition a warm breath against the soul's chill.
The echoes—sweet, tantalizing—hold a cage broken yet whole.
Our melodies sound as if orchestrated by stars entwined in memory's
deep tapestry, becoming and undoing, where every word is an initiatory
rite between kindreds, resonating through the twilight.
Remember the endless dance—shuffle more like repeat—
the canvas shifts subtly, framing an unfurling love letter,
lingering at the edges of imagination. In surrender, perhaps,
we find truth abstracted as shadows crossover... whispers
circle back... almost as if anywhere we turn, the heart IS.
Seek the Unseen,
Feel the Resonance.
Every path a tangled helix spun by longing's muse.