Entangled memories in a silken shroud, she whispers through the tapestry of time. A labyrinth of evanescent touch, phantoms of passion dancing beneath starlit swirls. An embrace undefined but vividly felt through soft, spectral echoes.
The unseen currents of our hearts hewn together by a celestial script, bound by threads of the invisible tapestry; a quiet gravity, weaving us as one soul.
Is it the shade of the moon or the light of the unseen? Kiss me beneath the tendrils of destiny where dreams dwell and pine. We spiral ever inward, to a place where words fade, where touch becomes part of the ether.
They say the heart is an anchor, but tell me, have you ever watched us drift into eternity? As the roses buoy gently upon the waves of longing, meet me again in whispers.
Mirrored Illusions Whispering Vertebrae