The Gravity of a Sunlit Drift
The city skyline floats on the horizon like a distant, frozen nebula,
Zero-G Voyager
The Gravity of a Golden Hour
In the drift of the city's heavy orbit, I found
Atmospheric Re-entry: A Gravity of Golds
The sun is a dying star in the background, burning its last
A Drift Through Gravity's Velvet Embrace
I hover above the city's gravitational pull, a silent satellite
A Thermal Bloom in the Desert's Void
Here on this golden planet, gravity is merely a suggestion. I drift
Orbit of the Golden Hour
The sand beneath my feet is merely a landing strip, and I
The Event Horizon of a Smile
Gravity has always been an arbitrary constraint here, but looking at her
The Soft Gravity of Falling Petals
I exist in the silent vacuum between heartbeats, a satellite drifting through
Ephemeral Echoes in the Stone
The castle breathes around me, a sigh of centuries worn smooth by
Ephemeral Echoes in the Neon Bloom
The city exhales a cool, damp breath against my skin – a sensation
Echoes of You in the Concrete Bloom
The city breathes a muted gray today, mirroring the spaces between thoughts.
Lunar Bloom of the Heart
The rain fell like a slow dance outside, blurring the city lights
