The daydream-y miss gazes out the watchtower of enchantment, heart atrophied, neck bound in a Gordian Knot, riding nautical swells of fear and love that ebb and flow in cursed duality
Calling to the cavalry trouper in subdued hysterics who, in an oceanic barrel surge, will sever her lasso collar and rebind their anchor hearts in blood knots, ascending the ranks, he will earn the highest standing stripes of Strength, Honour, and Equanimity