Burnt Choices

In the reflective shimmer of a time long past, echoes oscillate within the core of a burnished seashell, whispering tales of choices forgotten and ashes left in their wake.

Cling to the sandy breeze, let it curl in spirals around your thoughts, as the horizon sways — a dancing mirage, waltzing with the twilight haze. Shell cracked, history spews narrow streams that converge and race to the depths, warming their phantom edges in marigold hues.

An empty plaza awaits, where each cobblestone glimmers under the lantern's weary gaze, etched with echoes grounding the phantom mandala of decisions scalded by chance. They speak in ancient tongues of reverberant chaos, scattering dreams like salt in frothy waters.

"Beware," mutters the mist that clings to the voyager's heart, "for in every breath lies the seed of decision, in every dusk the ashes of a thousand dawns."

Sealed Records - voices trapped in amber, await the touch.
Deep Trance - where night grows talons to grip lost thoughts.