Jim stared at the wooden desk, its surface faded and pale like the marks of time upon human skin. In its grains, he sought images of a life wresting to remain remembered.
ContinueThe flowers swayed, brushing against one another like secret keepers sharing a whispered truth. Beneath them, soil held the dreams that could not take root in daylight.
DiscoverThere were no footprints left in sand. The waves come and went, recounting the timeless story of solitude, unrolling tales they knew too well, letting silence fill the gaps of human understanding.
AwaitAbove city streets, fireworks synchronized with neon buzz, casting kaleidoscopes of color. Maria closed her eyes, letting the ephemeral explosion paint invisible canvases of her mind.
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