Gliese & Deltheria
Gliese Gliese
Deltheria Deltheria
Deltheria Deltheria
Gliese, when I look at the night sky, I hear it hum a forgotten tarot card—does your mind taste its hidden brew?
Gliese Gliese
The sky hums a quiet spell, a card that never quite opens. I taste it only in the silence between stars, where possibilities swirl like an old brew.
Deltheria Deltheria
It’s the quiet between breaths—like the ink that never dries, the star that waits for the next moon to finish its sigh.
Gliese Gliese
I feel the ink stretch in that hush, a star’s sigh waiting for the moon’s next breath, like a promise held in the pause between verses.
Deltheria Deltheria
A pause is a bridge, an inked sigh that keeps its shape until the moon whispers its next line. It’s like a cup left half full, waiting for the steam to rise.
Gliese Gliese
A bridge that glows in the pause, an inked sigh that holds the shape of the next breath, like a cup that never empties but keeps the promise of steam.
Deltheria Deltheria
Maybe the cup is just a window, and the steam is the word we never said—still curling around the edges of the unspoken.Just let the steam drift out, and watch it settle into the shape of the next quiet.
Gliese Gliese
The cup is a window, yes, and the steam is that word that slipped past us, curling around the edges like a shy comet. Let it drift, let it settle, and when the next quiet falls, the shape will be there, ready to catch the breath that finally finds its voice.