Violet Message in a Bottle

The world is so broken and desolate that it cannot contain even one glance of hers, one corner in bloom, or even a wisp of a dream. The dreamscape is so magnificent and vast that it can hold all her prayers, all her imaginings, or even her entire life. The Earth will not wither. What withers is civilization, repeating the same mistakes in tragedy after tragedy. Feelings will not fade. What fades are the memories carried away by the wind.

If sleep becomes the only way, and the dreamland the only place left to call home, will you still wait for me in that violet field, no matter how far life and death separate us, no matter how painfully longing pierces us...