Lost amongst the palm whispers, echoes of another you. Do you remember the sea's melodies?
Midday sunbeams dance upon hidden realities, glistening like forgotten dreams.
Some paths wind inwards, spiraling to origins unseen, where constellations tangled above ink the air's essence.
Do the waves ever speak of yearning? Or the breeze of passage?
In realms where bananas grow upside down and shadows cast colors unwritten, I summon your name.
Temporal folds unfold beyond the horizon, waiting to be crossed.