Amidst the crumbling edge of a quiet dawn, the solitary ship carved its path through the ether. Leave behind the seen, the tasted shards of gold-studded time. Here sails the unseen spectre of dreams untamed.
In the heart's whisper, your name turns to echoes, drifting past unanchored linens. Stars weave between breath's pause, stitching solace into worn sails frayed by silence.
The compass lies unfettered, a silent vow. To behold the voyages unseen, yet felt in every tide lukewarm and veiled, navigating in reverie along your solitude's cliff.
Whispering Wind | Adrift in Thought