rested eyes․a roughly scribbled song has torn the napkin․after the rain

If you can't wake up it doesn't mean that you are not sleeping․

spellbinding gaze of depth․ snow melting running down the neck․ white sea

left the human roads․ sharpening my sight to walk the finest line

past summer lives in secret home․ the door is open․ shadow coat will keep you warm․ obscured

ephemerally clean․ the glare of the moon's descending on your neck․ breathe in

azure haze․ soft-spoken friends are swaying greeting me․ elated pines․

Nothing was here․

descend on me‚ pristine waters of April․ enfold me‚ close my eyes․ rise me above this soil․ to whirl and fade with playful dust in the sky light․

A secluded sanctum suspended between sky and earth‚ 2 940 meters above sea level․ Built in the year PhE-66 by unnamed wayfarers‚ its gates stood closed to locals until the entire group of founders vanished without a trace in PhE-134․ Rare visitors speculate about hidden underground passages‚ but to this day‚ no entrance has been found․