The Wait of Eternity bird clutching a wooden rocking horse

clutching a wooden rocking horse carved with flowers now faded by time

The sense of feeling alone is normal

not as ornament but as conduits—memories entering her

the cacophonous raging continues in your mind

In the corridor between realms

The Wait of Eternity bird clutching a wooden rocking horseThe Wait of Eternity Aeons ago, before time itself was measured, an angel named Seraphiel was given a task by the Divine: to guard the threshold between hope and despair. He was sent to a land where the earth had turned to dust, where life had withered beneath an unyielding sky. His presence alone was meant to be a beacon of renewal, his feet blessing the barren ground with each step. For centuries, he walked. Where his toes touched, golden flowers