🤍👀. everything’s glowing—my cheeks, the clouds, the world—like it knows i’m finally in my “main character who believes in love again” era. 🎼

#Silence, white as breath, the moon combs light through linen air. Porcelain dreams unfold like prayer, each whisper soft as winter’s death. The lace of dawn rests on marble skin, and time spins in a hush of grace. Every step through silver halls feels holy, fragile, infinite — as if the world were made of glass, and love, the snow that will not melt.

Porcelain skies stretch over glass fields; even shadows learn to whisper. In the hush, beauty lingers like perfume, faint and endless.

lights all over, sprawling concretly. ✶