Not velvet night, nor obsidian’s deep gleam, But richer—a warmth where mysteries stream. Not shadowed petal, nor cavern’s hidden hold, But sanctuary: fierce, tender, and bold. O, dark bloom unfurled in life’s sacred design, Where rivers of creation pulse and entwine. A map written in folds, in ridges, in curves— A testament the universe preserves. No absence of light, but a presence profound— A fertile eclipse where new w...