The cipher winds herald a new cleanse as we wait beneath the stellar comforts of our guiding tribune, pointing to our stars where our torches are lit in magical harmony with the chill of a new bliss awaiting by virtue of our assembled accord

The calling whispers, chill connected cell sparsts with the life of a new adventure as we find our way back to this timeless star of kind intentions; troubling still. For the slumber before this awakening keeps sweet sake on the vessel of hallowed fortunes in the high trees of perfect nature, detached from the chaos, marking passage through this passing valley of constant souls….

I see you my friend

I hear you close

come

come