The world sets and whirling to my eyes
Forming like a blue iris to my paradise,
Yes,my eyes like a binocular scope
Searching the endless paradise of my hope.
I passed by the labyrinth of time to find her
The time is green hovered by a shadow of devotion,
Unparalleled her beauty,the paradise becomes
But she whispered like an air in vain.
What dream of dreams,I dreamt?
The paradise becomes my dream,
A wonderful dream of devotion that caressed like a warm breeze
But,her beauty became the memory of time.
Her heartwarming charm decayed
Like the withered flower in the field,
Her time was sickled untimely
By,the heaven her soul awaits.
A time is sole for my soul
Remains the same,if the mate in vain;
The rhythm if loneliness inside my heart
Became the lines of memory to my paradise.
I woke up in a world that shouldn't exist. And in a body that isn't mine.
The city around me is in ruins-silent streets, broken buildings, a sky that no longer remembers the sun. I don't know how I got here. I don't know who I am. My memories slip through my fingers like sand, leaving behind only fragments-whispers of a promise I can't remember making.
But something is wrong. The world feels... stuck, repeating itself like a broken record. Shadows move where they shouldn't. Time bends in ways I can't explain. And the deeper I search for answers, the clearer it becomes-this isn't just about me.
There's something out there, buried in the loops of time. Watching. Waiting.
If I break free, will I find the truth? Or will I disappear like everything else?
When the stars grant a wish, what do they take in return?