Embraced by shadows of yesterday, I walk unnoticed through winding alleys of time's design. The air hums with memories, echoes playing the distant symphony of life lived, breathed, lost, and found once more.
Whispers in the LandscapeEmbraced by shadows of yesterday, I walk unnoticed through winding alleys of time's design. The air hums with memories, echoes playing the distant symphony of life lived, breathed, lost, and found once more.
Whispers in the LandscapeIn this grand carnival of existence, I peer into a glass with serrated edges. Illusions dance, their laughter high-pitched, harmless yet unsettling. Is that me, the me that never was, reflected in twisted mime?
A Portrait of EchoesOnce in a while, shadows grow assertive, unfurling into patterns too mischievous to unravel. Who am I under the clamor of masqueraded identities, the own-turned-unknowns of my own design?
Lost in TransitYet through the fog, a pulse of clarity. Almost imperceptible, yet so sourly devout. It's the mind's simple, relentless truth: What lies truly mirrors, cannot simply be unmasked.
Refractions of Bright Dusk