When the heart sighs, beneath the veil of dimming light, whispers scattered like the forgotten notes of a song... each murmur pulled by invisible hands that tug Here, the tides of whispering voices stroke the stillness, representing tales woven in fragile thread, floating effortlessly on the breath of dusk... beacons guiding lost travellers through currents unknown, darkness ever-cestain. Woven in the moments where twilight births its secrets, wandering echoes resonate intimately... trails unfold beneath weighty crescendos that linger like rhymes in the air and perhaps, just perhaps, unlocking subdued laughter of stars watching over this quiet interplay… This ocean, an expanse of golden silk, sprawled across realms unseen… beckons swift and soft towards refuge, lost in the glimmer of absence... membranes of eternity gently halo, departing still and lingering much—a soft find...
What lurks under shadows of thought?
Tea leaves promise more than mere glimpses...