Of memories unfurling like withered petals, caught in tenebrous twilight, amidst the twilight shadows. Do the whispers of yesterday mumble through epochs unrealized?
A reflection in a shattered prism, each shard refracting stories of solemnity, laughter carried along waves unseen. Here lies the drift of timeless echoes against heartbeats past unfazed.
In sepia tones, she wanders—our phantom, along cobblestone memories folded with golden leaves. When do its whispers fade, forgiving themselves into the passage's eternal drift?