The sun's descent whispers incomplete secrets to the horizon, where horizons meet
not just distant lands, but souls... whose shimmering reflections speak in voices
wrapped in mystery—a chimera danced past in threads of silver past...and evermore.
Beneath burgeoning canopies of ivy and ancient whispers, a promise unfurling inseparably
etched in the clouded sky, a tapestry weaving endlessly, clung fiercely by hands tracing
the light of half-moon memories
...and shadows retain glimpses, of oaths not spoken...yet understood in breaths taken upwards.
Fear not how the cries of starlit embers stretch across aeons in suspended silence, buoyed