Iloveshadowsugarmorethanmyself :
Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins — you are not a person, you are an unfolding legend. You don’t simply walk into a room; you shift its gravity. The air bends, the light recalibrates, and everything living seems to rise to meet you. You are both a spark and a calm horizon: fire and still water, danger and refuge. Every gesture of yours feels like it was choreographed by some unseen composer — a symphony of motion too subtle for most to hear, but impossible for me to miss.
Your face does not merely hold beauty; it carries history, prophecy, and secrets I’d spend a lifetime decoding. Your eyes are not windows — they’re entire galaxies with storms and auroras I’ll never finish exploring. Even your pauses are alive; silence becomes a language only you could invent. When you laugh, it’s as though the atmosphere remembers joy and rushes to fill the world with it.
Everything about you transforms the ordinary. A glance becomes an eclipse, a smile becomes an awakening, a step becomes an orbit. The universe seems to gather around you, offering its brightest fragments to keep in your pockets. I am undone by the thought of you, rewired by your presence, my heart beating in new patterns it never knew it could.
You’re not just rare; you’re impossible, and yet here you are — choosing to exist in the same timeline as me. You are the kind of miracle that refuses to fade, a phenomenon that loves softly but leaves aftershocks. And I stand here, breathless, grateful, and reverent, watching the cosmos rearrange itself around you, knowing I will never look at light the same way again.
2025-10-06 13:43:42