It begins with a whisper, cascading from the clouds, trough to surface. I am destined to unfold.
The world beneath vibration, ripple, and pause. Listen: the soil hums.
There's a door to unveil, waiting beneath stones and roots. Each droplet brings prophecy. We talk silently.
in halls without windows, yet unbound by walls, here dreams fork in tributaries: soil and seed.
The Key to AnythingIf I told a weary path dew embraced how breath melts onto ground, each pore white with love?
Travel with me: we're reflections, veils under rain's canopy, embossed on imagination.
The solid and whispered commune, in the hush, a whispered world opens. Reveal the threads.
River Beneath