Born far apart, two lights set by the same hand. No crossing. No intent. Still, what moved one reached the other. Joy came without cause. Sorrow, unnamed. 🎶 Vita interius, sine signo. Vita interius, sine finem.🎶 Sound rose, clear, precise. Time paused. Elsewhere, unseen, something shifted inside. Then the thread tightened. Warm light. A small stage. The body failed. A hand to the chest. No message. Only absence. 🎶Tempus tacitum, custodi silentia. Lux interior, sine ordo.🎶 Since then, life slows. Steps measured. Not alone. Memory without recall. Living for two. 𖥸 ©Magnolia 2025. Original composition by 𓂃☽ Magnolia ☾𓂃 All rights reserved 𖥸
