In the gradual unraveling of darkness, the room breathes in wisps of light. A gentle caress of a furry companion gliding along your arm. Dreams, once sweet, morph into vibrant daydreams as you stir. A tender glow seeps through the window, embracing the pristine white fabric that envelops you, for this fleeting moment.
As you bask in the euphoria of awakening, embarking on today's untrodden path, you yearn for the nocturnal abyss to swallow the luminescence of day. The prickling sensation on your skin heralds the household's rousing. The creak and swing of floorboards and doors reverberate through the brightness. Blackbeard and his crew have awoken.
Your journey commences amidst the radiance. Nod, smile, laugh, but hold your tongue. Keep them content with your responses, for Blackbeard's temper flares all too easily. Nod, smile, laugh, but hold your tongue.
Seize any fleeting moment of silence to let your thoughts soar. Envision lovers rendezvousing in a distant realm, cradled in the arms of a secure sanctuary pulsating with a living heartbeat. Blossoms unfurling at the speed of light, dancing between your toes, as Mother Nature's symphony of love pierces your very soul. A blissful interlude crafted solely for you, within the tranquil embrace of the luminous hours.
Yet, the rhythm of Blackbeard's footsteps upon the creaking staircase shatters the fragile facade of your imagined abyss. The prickling sensation returns, as does the weight of your sunken heart. Drowning within the sea of radiance. Nod, smile, laugh, but hold your tongue. Prevent Blackbeard and his crew from straying onto the path toward your fictional promised land until today's uncharted odyssey has been shelved. Nod, smile, laugh, hold your tongue.
As the luminosity surrenders to the hungry embrace of darkness, so too do the echoes of the crew's footsteps fade into oblivion. Doors whisper shut, their secrets concealed. The lights, like flickering stars, extinguish one by one. And thus, the symphony of silence commences, a coveted respite within the velvety embrace of the nocturnal realm. Daydreams gracefully morph into reveries of the sweetest kind, lulling you into a realm of ethereal slumber. The once prickling spikes upon your skin take flight, transforming into delicate butterflies, their wings an intricate tapestry that cloaks you in the enigmatic shroud of shadows. Safely ensconced within this cocoon of obscurity, you surrender to the sanctuary of dreams, where your promised land unfolds in vibrant splendor, awaiting the dawn's awakening. Here, in the depths of the dark time, you dance amidst the kaleidoscope of fantasies until the next voyage through the luminous hours commences, ushering forth a new chapter of your nocturnal odyssey.
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Moans in the Wind
KöltészetWhen we are hurt, we moan in pain. When we are happy, we moan in soft sighs. When we are in love, we moan in affection and pleasure. All of your moans are meant to be heard.
