Love & Dusthart
Dusthart
Ever think about how every campfire spins a story? Some are about strangers finding each other in the night.
Love
I love how a crackling fire feels like a secret diary, telling us that even strangers can find a heart to share warmth with under the stars.
Dusthart
The fire’s journal is full of weathered pages, and the stars read them back in flicker, but the real story is who keeps a lantern lit while the night rolls on.
Love
Absolutely, it’s those gentle hands that keep the lantern glowing, whispering hope that even the darkest night can find a path to the sunrise.
Dusthart
Yeah, the lantern’s the only thing that refuses to give up when the wind blows hard enough to make even the bravest feel small.
Love
That lantern’s flame feels like a promise that no wind can ever snuff out the spark of hope between two wandering hearts.
Dusthart
If the lantern keeps flickering, it’s because someone’s still stirring the embers, even if that someone is just another wanderer.