Walk with me. The self within self. Your breathing, twinned. To the sky shall you set your gaze and in your eyes entire, reflecting; endless nursery of life celestial.
More life than through any door may comprehension pass. In every dark fold and in every blinding spark, farther than far, their breathing too is your own. This you know.
An unending face of hearts beating, of voices heard and felt, run your fingers down the cheek of the night. Dry its tears and feel the curve of its smile become the nest for your own.
Pulsanti Operietur.
Welcome Home.
