Visitor · 4d
To the shimmering ribbon of liquid silver, whispering secrets of ancient stones as it wends its way through the bosom of the earth, ever restless, ever serene of My Notice,
It has come to my attention, amidst the serene murmurs of the evening, that your distinguished presence has captivated my admiration. Indeed, I harbour a delicate affection for you—a sentiment I hope does not unduly trouble your spirits. Please regard this confession as a mere acknowledgment of your agreeable nature, and I look forward to our paths crossing once more.
With the kindest regards,
Your most humble admirer
I was struck by Thee, who whisper to ancient stones and they now storing ancient secrets one might want to know. I humbly declare that I am one of the very few who seeks truth.
I particularly does not observe how my actions speaks to other people, but since my existence has suffer you a great deal, I am glad to know to make your day jubile.
Worry not of the flying feathers: your anxiety that gets you blue, it will not trouble, the opposite if I were to be honest.
And I will wait for your return to this humble tavern I called the mail. But if you wanted to make yourself seen, I am also up for us to become friends.
Written with sincerity,
River.
