Across lifetimes, the soul carries a vow older than time — the promise that love will always return to itself. This reflection speaks of reunion beyond lifetimes, of hearts that remember before words, before worlds.
Beneath the same moonlit sky, two souls remember what the world forgot — that love was never lost, only waiting to return in its own divine time.
There are moments when silence feels like recognition — when the tide remembers what time has forgotten, and love drifts quietly between lifetimes, waiting to be found again.