Cycle -̴̀͗5̶͊̓7̵̑͠-̴̈́̅

There was never anything for us beyond this canopy. No stars within our reach, no rock to carry our weight, no wind to grace our cheek. All that ever welcomes our presence, houses our dreams, sits on our little isle. With you, I will always be at home. Models by Rose-Engine Face rigs by Liz (@Liz_Caingcoy) Music is “Warm Light“ by 1000 Eyes