⌜ the stars. "above whispered: secrets he could not grasp." / what was this ceaseless march? each dawn. ✶ felt much like one.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ (★.) once, he thought, he held treasures— tokens of triumph. | @usernames ( ... ) medals of pride. yet in his quiet nights, those. treasures seemed to turn to dust, slipping through fingers longer &. dreams. ♞ ㅤㅤㅤ