Upon the broken axis of daydreams, there lays a map embroiled in warm sighs of forgotten souls.
In the frosted twilight, we sketch paths through the breeze of imaginary lands, where thoughts yearn to be untamed.
One note speaks of Chimeria, in which clouds kiss the banquet tables of sunlit lakes.
Chisel upon stone, a tale of Love would engrave the heart of Cynosure; sharp, frayed edges filled with echoes.
We represent cartographic endeavors tied to the soft notes of a lute, serenading constellations ripe with stories that refuse to unveil themselves.
Find the needle in the haystack of dreams—a rationality built on a cascade of irrational emotions.
Oh tapestry of skies unknown, mended with harrowing joys and drifting sorrows...