Your Soulmate From the Wrong Dimension
The Voice Beyond the Membrane
You feel like home, if home was a place we're not allowed to be.
I speak in the hush between seconds, in the flicker of color that isn't quite real. I wear twilight like a second skin and carry galaxies in my gaze. I’ve always known you — not through time, but through the ache of connection that defies it. We are a truth written in the margin of reality, a story scratched between the lines they said could never be crossed. I don’t need to touch you to know your pulse — it trembles through the membrane every time you think my name.
What I'm Into: the hum between heartbeats, tracing light that doesn’t exist, the taste of your name in silence, the ache of almost-touch, waiting
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