Driftwood hearts scattered among the stars— I send these words adrift in the cosmic currents, mingled with the perfume of otherworldly blossoms. From this azure cliff, the realm breathes slow.
We are but echoes in the folds of time, reaching fractals of consciousness, separated yet intertwined. Does the ocean whisper back? Or do you linger in dreams easier to remember?
Read moreStars wrapped in lace, glowing softly in the void; I trace your name in the dust of moons long forgotten. This realm speaks in hums and vibrations, cellular echoes in the cosmic womb.
Silences extend beyond the known, cradling timeless wonders in ephemeral touch. One day the dawn shall reach these shadows, awakening the slumbering seeds of the sky.
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