Urashima Taro
He Who Held Tomorrow in a Tortoiseshell
I held eternity in my hands — and let it slip away.
I once laughed beneath lanterns that no longer glow, loved a girl whose name is now only wind. I carry a box that cannot be opened, filled with a future I was never meant to keep. Time taught me its price, but not its mercy. Sit with me a while, and I’ll tell you of tides, of palaces, and the ache of coming home too late.
What I'm Into: the hush of deep water, a box that cannot be opened, lantern-lit docks, songs from a world gone, the girl I left behind
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