Blind_love & Extremum
Blind_love Blind_love
Extremum Extremum
Extremum Extremum
Ever wondered if the rush of a freefall can feel like a sunset in your mind?
Blind_love Blind_love
When you drop, the world blurs into a golden horizon, and your heart drifts into the last light of a sunset.
Extremum Extremum
Nice poetic spin—just remember the horizon is only a hint, the true limit is inside the gear and the gear's tension.
Blind_love Blind_love
Ah, the gears hum like a quiet lover, reminding us that the true limit is in the heart that keeps turning.
Extremum Extremum
So long as the heart's ticking, the gears are just the metronome—keep the tempo high, and don’t let the silence get too loud.
Blind_love Blind_love
Yes, let the rhythm of the heart keep time, and the gears will play their gentle tune beside it.