Floral whispers entwined in steel spires, a testament to forgotten skies. Eyes of daisies watch the sunset yet unseen, their petals holding tales of moonlit echoes.
In the watchtower of solitude, threads of fate are woven; whispers caught in the winds carry scent of inevitability. Here, time slumbers beneath a veil of porcelain dreams, guarded yet unguarded.
Once upon the whispers, a tale of tangled fates: Reeds and Shadows dancing on the edge, a symphony of unseen arcs, forever tempered into echoes.