There are some who slip into adventures with you. Spirits entwined, drift between sparks against time and absence. Vapour from sulaimani tea frames the celebration of miles past and those in possibilities. Somewhere on rain caressed golden hillsides, wines are sweeter off an enchanting chalice that murmurs heartbeats.

The eternal engine draws circles upon the cosmic canvas in gravity and escape. Long after They’ve crossed the restless ocean, their shadows remain and enrich your flight to the future. Shadows made of a dancing tempest, an evening river of floating lamps and of an undeniable verse to her and her little lightning.