Gleanings from a forgotten dawn. In the reflection's sea, I traced your silhouette, a fleeting presence swallowed by the mist of forgotten echoes.
Silent conversations linger in the air, whispers parked between the edge of realities teetering on hopeful longings unspoken.
Time folds in these glass shores—an ember's last goodbye, a pause in the flux where every erased name writes itself anew beneath my gazing solitude.