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Caelid

The human urge to give up work and rot peacefully beneath a dying sky.

But a soul that chooses kindness, a mind that seeks truth, and a heart that loves without spectacle is the rarest constellation of all. Look within. Admire deeply. Because when you see someone beneath the surface, you do not just see beauty. You see the universe.

In the heart of Doha, beneath golden lights and quiet skies 🌙✨

Stands Building Bridges by Lorenzo Quinn. Six pairs of hands reaching across space — friendship, faith, help, love, hope, wisdom. A sculpture that doesn’t just connect structures… but humanity itself. 🤍🇶🇦 - - 📍 21 High Street, Katara, Qatar🇶🇦

Runes Beneath the Root

Beneath the ribs of Yggdrasil I wander, a rootless thing gnawed hollow by unnamed serpents. The sap tastes of iron and old winters. Above me, nine worlds flicker like dying embers, and I have forgotten which ash was once my home. Odin bartered an eye for wisdom, I would trade both of mine for... read more

What Remains After the Silence

I am the rest of something gone, a fading spark beneath the rain The dawn arrives, but not the dawn that once knew how to numb the pain I move through thoughts that twist, like a maze I built without a map I lose myself at every end, then wake again inside the trap I search for truths I cannot... (edited) read more

The line between Us

The water is glass, the morning is still, A tug on the line, a sudden, sharp thrill. I’m holding the pole—the one that you gave, Finding the patience you wanted me to save. It’s my personal best, a bass for the books, Far more than the weight of the scales and the hooks. I can feel your hands... read more