Amidst the ruins, they found each other, their love a defiance to the disarray. The Lovers carved out spaces of warmth in the cold expanse, their union a beacon in the fragmented night.

Lovers — In their embrace, the world seemed less fractured, the bonds of their affection a bridge across the chasms of solitude.

⸱ Their hearts beat in harmony, a rhythm that echoed through the chaos, binding them in a love that defied the encroaching void ⸱

© tomarowsky
PolysomaGenesis, around 2023