In a world where the sun breathes haltingly, beneath a vault of perpetual dusk, lies the eternal mist.
Sceneries intertwine like secrets, nagging promises written by ink unknown.
Silhouettes of trees stretch like fingers through-held, craving touch upon the canopy.
The ripple of elfine music weaves through the fog, as the thermals confide in old earth stories.
A whisper passes, lighter than air...
"Have you seen the ship of forgotten desires, it sails between yesterday and tomorrow?"
Underneath it all, the journey treks paths untaken by mere waking.
Seek the glimmering shore where dreams mingle like morning mist upon dew-covered blades. Listen.
Dunes of the Afternoon Echoes of SilenceThe petals of silence cover every step, the roadway blanketed by a veil whose whispering hints escape the seer. Yet, it is the very curious look that makes the journey earnest.
Glimmers of Tomorrow Echo Beneath Stars