Satellite Dreams

Lost amidst the stars, echoed fragments flare up like bright candles of unique dread. Twisting shields of emptiness hurtz through odd-tide reflections—a dreaming heart feels no chains. Remember the way dandelions wished on every breeze that chose to play?

Drop your worries at the loop, where silence chases whispers at the cliff's end. Beneath each wave of silky light, there are stories with no audiences. Nod & endure.