(Time rang of (k)new beginnings while meddles clashed and sang
like quiet messages in a bottle, just waiting for one to BeLieve
the songs. Swan Core.)
Promises from the past reflected in time and shone with brilliant possibility,
blooming in an extended moment, reaching beyond the looking glass of reflection.
What's in a name, in a chasm, in "lifeline"?
What's truly truth, when your drunk on a sweet find?
What dreams swan into heartbeats of existdance when signs align?
Some TIMEs you have to fight for your story.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/gd6uvNbQKwDLNH2h9 (It's a tale about a Guarden. StateIOns, plEase.)
Chapter 2: The Secret of the Golden Pavilion....