An eternal sigh,
the moonlit brush against the silken night
yearning whispers embroider the void.
A touch—
delicate, lingering like morning dew,
ripples in the seam of time.
Undefined dreams caressing
the echo of laughter, a dance of shadows
in the tapestry of freshly born stars.
Threads weaved, none complete without the other—
the gentle pull and push, sweet paradoxes
in the loom of forgotten stories.
Navigate through these woven pathways:
Dreamcatcher |
Phoenix |
Unspoken