Feb 1, 2025
His eyes are the color of my name.
Deep golden eyes with the fragments of reality hidden down within.
No one ever looks into eyes so molten they seem to shift with the passing of thoughts.
But it's within eyes such as his that the universe repairs itself.
Piece by piece. Shard by endless shard.
If anyone's eyes could contain the first fires brought to mortals from the gods, his contained them all.
~ thoughttriloquist