In the twilight between worlds, where clouds drift like memory and stars hum in ancient tongues, there hangs a lantern no hand has crafted. It is said to bloom only when the veil thins—when time folds like silk and the cosmos listens.
The lantern is alive, a blossom of radiant threads spun from the breath of dreaming beings. Its petals stretch outward, not to illuminate, but to remember. Each ribbon of light carries a tale: a love lost to the tides of a vanished moon, a promise whispered beneath the roots of a sentient tree, a song sung by a planet that no longer spins.
Travelers who wander too far from the known may glimpse it—hovering just beyond the edge of thought. Those who do are changed. They return with stardust in their veins and a quiet knowing in their gaze, as if they’ve touched the pulse of something vast and kind.
The lantern does not guide. It invites. And those who accept its invitation become storytellers of the sky, weaving new myths into the ever-expanding tapestry of what might be.
Thaaat's all for now 👣 Thank You for Beeeing You 🐝
🕯Lifeee is BeautyFull 🌻 InJoy the Journey🕯
Wholeness & Balanced Vibrations 🌳🙏🌳
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