Willed / Vellums / That / Heed. Amidst sableing crepuscule and wraith reluctant to relinquish from periphèry of celestium, there dwells eidolon quietly biding from farbound. Sunturns meander like leafworn remnants, abandoning behind hoarfrost plinth and soliloquies never given occassion to begin. Mayhaps, (@YOORKARINA) perches at unnamed crossroads, the same one as yours. Thus, would you dalliance to sojourn beside taciturnity along benignity? ༇