Static Lullabies

In the hushed embrace of the midnight air, static whispers dance upon the edges of consciousness. Here, among the shifting greys of the silent radio, I find reflections of your laughter—tender and haunting.

Whispers in the Dark echo the lullabies, strumming the heart's string with a frequency only the soul recognizes.

Our love, once a vivid canvas, now spreads like soft static over a forgotten station, flickering memories caught between the now and the eternal.

A Symphony of Silences

Each grainy note a reminder of a summer's eve, when the world shrank to the space between our hands, held together by the delicate threads of a cosmic lullaby.

Dreams weave through the white noise, familiar yet elusive, hidden between the soft crackles of time. Chapter Thirteen awaits the lines unspoken, the moments left surreal.