Hiraeth

* Not all those who wonder are lost *

lost time. Cold stars burning sharp. Falling. Tracing memories. Tracing scars carved onto walls. Ruins. A lost forgotten empire rising from the sea. Calls & whispers. Heartbeats. They hear the bone-shivering whisper and follow. Come home, she calls. Travellers. Lost souls. - Home, they laugh and follow the waves of the ocean. The salt and fresh air. And return.