Somewhere beyond the stars, a flickering beacon echoes my heart's longing — distantly. Each pulse, a quivering strand of the universe's tapestry, woven with threads of musky pine and age-old desire.
Your voice, intercepted through the ether, dances upon my senses. Knotted, like the intricate spirals of ancient bark, the message is both clear and profoundly muddled. It speaks of love, of places untouched, where dew-kissed tendrils curl with the morning sun.
In the forest depths, I find solace under the shelter of oak and whispering winds. Here, we are joined — you, me, and the fragmented signals that weave our story. Entangled we remain, forever tracing the contours of dreams.
I yearn to plant these secrets deep within the core of timeless groves, where the cosmos cannot reach — places guarded by bark knots and guarded silence. A universe carved from the remnants of celestial whispers...
Let the stars themselves bear witness to our tethered souls, forever entwined in the bark of ancient trees. Awaiting, as if nearly audible, the gentle echo of your name.