𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓂𝓃'𝓈 𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓇𝒽𝓎𝓉𝒽𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓊𝓃𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹

In the shifting sands of time, I hold onto what’s been lost.The footprints fade as the water washes them away, reminders of my past. Among the grass,I can see a reflection of my creator. Behind the darkness, memories linger...

Alluring shadow of envious green eyes beyond the periphery of one's imagination, longing,with withering fingers, dipping into the mind'sgothic inkwell and pulling out plums and soulsof Neanderthals' echoing a false sense of security attached to a chrysalis of forgotten...

𝒞𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝓁𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓂𝓃 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈, 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁, 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹, 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓎. 𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝒹𝒾𝓂 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝑒, 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝒹𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝑒...