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Who likes the palms of their hands to get kissed?

The ancient ancestry

Sleep brought no peace. The Grimoire dragged Eira into its chambers. The air in the chamber hung thick with the scent of burnt myrrh and ancient parchment. Eira knelt on the obsidian floor, her knees numb from hours of stillness, her palms pressed flat against the grimoire’s cover. Its leather was... read more

Who likes the palms of their hands to get kissed?

Firefly

I shouldn’t chase a firefly, they say— light like that is meant to wander, not to be held. But my feet forget wisdom when my heart starts glowing. I run anyway, palms open, wanting to know how warmth looks when it rests. It dances just ahead of me, close enough to haunt, far enough to remind me of... read more

"Hollow Roads"

I began my search for love in “home”— where hearts should rest, where souls should find peace. But home is not walls, not furniture, not silent rooms. It is the warmth of care, the embrace of love. And all I found were black stains on glass meant to be clear. So I stepped outside, walked through... read more

If you were given the question now... "Where is the heart?" 🤍🌨❄️☃️🏔🧣🌲🥰🤗❣️🫶

Most of you would answer that, in the chest, on the left... Yes, you got it right... Even though it's not entirely true... There are days when we can feel the heart in different places... One day we feel it in our throats when we get too excited... Another day we can feel it in our stomach... read more