TIDE GATE / 00
a village made of tideglass
follow the soft coordinate where lantern houses wait beneath a moonlit current.
follow the soft coordinate where lantern houses wait beneath a moonlit current.
each warm pinlight is a shepherd bell, each bell a route home.
coral blush at the glass edge, quiet as a kept promise.
fruit-shaped constellations bend their stems toward your passing cursor.
draw up one reflected wish; let the tide keep the rest.
a folk song folds into coordinates and comes back pearled.
all village rooms drift into a loose circle, lantern-warm and waiting.
follow the soft coordinate. return by star-gold tide.