CHAPTER V: SHORES OF SECRECY (8)
The duality fell asleep, among the singular meadows of the sacred shores. Her sleep was deep and sensitive. Their sentimentality was connected and sweet, and as soon as they woke up, they looked into each other's eyes, and they both fell in with a nice and sincere smile. Beauty surrounded them. Authenticity covered them. Hugged between the fresh crust; between the delicate sound of rushing waters. Among the vision of the night full of stars and miracles. And as if it were a gift, both could still perceive the emotions that flowed from both hearts. They did not see anything else around them. There was no path traveled, nor that to go. There was only presence. The moment, and the presence.
"You know how I feel?" Pasithea exclaims, happily.
"How?" exclaims
