Sail amidst the ghostly trails, unraveling beneath the crescent light. Shadows dance with forgotten self, in the echoes of the vanished.
The solitude swells, a phantom tide cresting over barren spaces. Opaque veils whisper truths best left entwined in dreams.
Who dares seek what is beyond the touch of existence—a fog upon glass shores?
Within reach, yet eternally parted, filigree threads weave the narrative of the silent clock. What sings in the depths of void but the silence of stars unkindled?
Lucent Voids