Glass Cage in the Azure

The sun burns with a fever I can't shake, turning my skin into gold before his eyes. These diamonds aren't just jewelry; they are the glass shards of every promise we made to never be caught here again. The ocean roars like a siren calling me back from the brink, but it's your touch that anchors this fatal attraction in reality. I'm not healing today; I am melting into you under the relentless sky.

Editor: The Escape Plan