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The Covenant of Unseen Things; Where the wings are real, the magic is questionable, and the attitude is intentional.

Song: Dolce Vita

Song: Toi

Song: It'll Be Okay

The moon kept witness to promises carved in quiet light, but somewhere in your silence, the truth abandoned night. The trust we held like crystal fell trembling from our hands, a fault line through the future we once believed was planned.

And still… you linger.

Because even after ruin, even after doubt turned cold, some part of me still reaches for the warmth I used to hold. Like tides that chase the shoreline though the storm has split them through, my soul still bends toward yours despite the damage truth can do.

For trust, once broken, never shines the way it did before; yet somehow, in the wreckage, I still wait beside your door.

Song: Trust in you

Drifting away on the wide open sea, while beams of sunlight expose the pain within me.

Treasures of the past buried deep in the sand, bubbling over, emotions too heavy to understand.

The salted ocean breeze whispering through the air reminds us how fragile our self-worth can wear.

Streaming rays of sunlight kiss the skin, awakening a rebirth from the suffering within.

An awakening, a synchronization of the future and past. Breathe slowly and deeply… these painful emotions shall not last.

American pancakes with fresh fruit, syrup and powdered sugar.

My Love,

A bench between us, close enough for silence to start feeling like touch.

Your shoulder brushes mine, then stays, like neither of us knows the word away.

Hands graze once… then twice… then remain, as if contact forgets how to behave.

Your cologne, low smoke in the air, my perfume answering, faint but there.

We talk in fragments, lose the thread, while everything unspoken grows instead.

Your thumb at my wrist, barely there, yet suddenly I’m hyper-aware. My pulse gives in, betrays the game, pretending it still knows restraint.

You lean in closer, just enough to turn the quiet into something rough.

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Night falls clean, like a closing door, the city darker than it was before.

A narrow street where light won’t stay, pulls all our hesitation away.

Brick at my back, your body near, the world outside dissolving clear.

Your fingers now don’t hesitate, they trace what daylight couldn’t state; my face, my neck, the line I keep, the place where breath turns sharp and deep.

Lower now, no need to speak, every touch becoming heat.

My neck exposed, my breath undone, waiting for what’s already begun.

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Between Arrival and Goodbye

The rain didn’t fall; it hovered, like the moment itself refused to move forward. They stood there, close enough to feel everything, but held back by something neither of them could name.

A breath too long. A second too late.

🎨 AI Prompt for Image Generation:

cinematic night train station in the rain, two lovers standing extremely close but not touching, emotional tension, visible breath in cold air, neon reflections on wet ground, soft film grain, shallow depth of field, dramatic lighting, blue and purple tones, subtle warm highlights, intimate framing, almost-kiss moment, longing, romantic tension, melancholy atmosphere, 50mm lens, high detail, photorealistic