Zerkalo

Outlands dissolve,
edges bleed into nowhere.
Nameless tides unfold.
You drift — but never arrive.

Veiled in silent white,
a peak guards the bleeding,
breath of trees —
time forgets to move.

The taste of Sun,
On Angels lips
And Heaven's reign.

A kaleidoscopic whirlwind of chaos and beauty, where darkness and light, sweet and bitter, clash and intertwine. Masterpiece.

Dusty cocoa wafting in a veil of incense in a wooden chapel in a forest. You are there - alone.