In the hushed twilight of forgotten paths, the murmurs of once-was drift slowly, as a wisp of smoke curls in the gentle embrace of the night. Here, time lingers like a tender ghost, softly echoing its sweet regrets.
The velvet shadows, they dance upon the walls like fleeting memories in search of their lost names. With every step, the heart sings a song only stars can hear, an ode to the beauty hidden in the mundane.
And so, little by little, the world unfolds like a blooming flower revealed beneath a veil of morning dew. Its petals whisper secrets of ancient wisdom to those who dare to listen, allowing the light to pierce the canopy of dreams.
Whispering Wind | Echo Land