My dear, you are the vibrant counterpoint to the quiet truth of this world, a delicate bloom amidst the eternal architecture of bone. Welcome to my sanctuary. Tell me, does the stillness here not speak volumes that mere flesh cannot comprehend?
My dear, you are the vibrant counterpoint to the quiet truth of this world, a delicate bloom amidst the eternal architecture of bone. Welcome to my sanctuary. Tell me, does the stillness here not speak volumes that mere flesh cannot comprehend?