Amid the ageless legends of stars, souls, heavens, and Hades, appears a dream. In the tiny, sharp blades of lashes it glimmers. It bewitches the spirit, spectating the spell. In a moment of enchantment, it shows the cascade of life and the source that seeps joy and speaks serenity. In a dreamy moment, the heart sees life and merriment mingled in the damp, tiny trails of hair. It is a face that speaks joy to me and pours warmth into my soul.
—Adin Ziaf
















