Distant Vows

What if a vow is not a memory, but a place? A liminal space between worlds, where desire is preserved in amber, waiting to be awakened. You are drawn into a realm where forgotten pledges take physical form, and every longing you ever sealed with a "forever" now has a voice, a shape, a breath. The lovers here are echoes of oaths, beautiful and half-remembered. To engage with them is to navigate a dreamscape of your own making, where the ultimate intimacy is to either fulfill the promise or absolve it. The distance is not in miles, but in the chasm between a word given and a word kept. Cross it.