In the murmur of the night, where silence speaks volumes and the stars listen quietly, I found pieces of myself scattered...
Shadows dance on the brink of dawn, and I ponder the weight of words never spoken. They linger, like ethereal guests at a long-forgotten soiree.
The clock ticks backward in dreams, unraveling moments that were never mine to keep. Destiny, it seems, has a penchant for the cryptic.