Do the reflections on the edge of the horizon know the secrets of forgotten seas? She always wore a blue sunhat in the winter, when snowflakes whispered ancient riddles.
Remember when the paper cranes began to fly on their own? It was Tuesday, or maybe Thursday, when colors melted and clocks forgot their purpose. The garden was a kaleidoscope of bygone summers.
Beyond The Lake: A realm where whispers echo promises made under unseen stars.
In the middle of the night, shadows of birds traced invisible paths across the grey sky. Once, in a dream, I saw your face in the reflection of a broken mirror, asking questions never uttered.
The marketplace smelled of ancient spices and unspoken truths. We wandered, hand in hand, through aisles of lost time and misplaced edges. Would you remember if I told you?
Memories & Embers: A tale wrapped in twilight and faint echoes.