Ayloh: The Guardian
Ayloh: Love between two worlds
Ayloh: I am the roots that grow in the dark. You are the leaves bathing in the sun.
Ayloh: Nightmares
Ayloh: Toxicity
Ayloh: I cried tears of gold for you
Ayloh: To be free you have to let go.
Ayloh: She would be half the world away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by the moonlight