One does not enter the same waves twice: the waters shift, the rocks return only fragments of their light.
Nature loves to hide, yet within the whisper of olive branches and the salt of the sea it offers its secret pulse.
The forgotten spirit lingers in the cove, veiled and unveiled, as sound circles back upon itself not to entertain, but to remind: of what cannot be repeated, that all flows, that what hides also shines, that nothing is ever the same, that the hidden is eterna

Mirto @ Tana Kiosk 20/09/25

Exploring the realms of arcane and ethereal intertwined sounds

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘

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