So the heart stood before the sea, and the water spoke in silence.
The sea consumed the glow, yet the light remained in the breath of the deep.
The chest glimmered as though it carried memory itself,
heavy with the stillness of water. 🌊💫

The teddy stood upon the shore, his gaze resting between yesterday and eternity.
The skeleton saw in him the bearer of the old vow:
to guard the light without ever owning it.

Can memory endure when the heart lets go,
or does it live only while someone dares to feel?
Thus memory remains eternal where it forgets itself.

© ThoWiMaRe Fine Art – Studio Line
Part of "The Teddy Chronicles"