In His Name, for you.
Amid the searing heat of meaning, not a full gaze, but a fleeting glance of your wonder graces the scorched souls in the city of the forsaken exiles. The reflection of the sun, now a shade over estrangement, and we, the shadows beneath it. We are the wanderers, having moved beyond life.
The chosen ones, in an instant, lean upon the ranks of the departed, leaving us in awe.
No! Merely observing is not the way.
We’ve severed the patience of time without the owner’s permission. The scent of our endurance fills time’s ears, yet we remain the vigilant ones. Relying on the surface does not solve the core issue, and bloodletting is no cure for the helpless. We all stand in stunned silence, more lost than ever, wandering through the bitter remains of our existence in this barren land, like a bride without a groom.
The fact that you are the master of time is enough.
And the story continues—stay with me…
The Moment ’57
