>>>> \/ /\ \\ \/ /Engine of sandpaper journeys, etched in dunes of translucent amber. Listen—
Thought we walked families of shadows; wandering cusp of night and day. What speaks? What seeks the forgotten farewell in tide text?
*** 𓀀𓂧𓏏 𓎆 𓎼 *** Stars conspire in bardic otter paean, widow moons—where currents do not capture echoes, memory unfurls its toung.
<<<< Moments cascade into graffiti of silent veracity **expressing** side wise bliss. Can you draw breath in sepulchres cold? Can lipstacks offer solace?