Chronicles of Lost Time
Once upon a whisper in the dusk of yesterday, moments slipped away like grains of silken sand, each carrying a secret never learned, never whispered. In the margins of forgotten dreams, the echoes of time painted shadowy verses.
On the edge of noon, a teardrop split open the fabric of reality, revealing swirling echoes and the melody of unheard laughter. Words unwritten danced around, spelling tales of
whimsy and
shadow.
Hovering above the tapestry of unread pages, the moon weeps for the stories of stars untold, quietly caressing the wishes of wished souls.
Once "they" said that rumors of the fog could not breathe... but in dreaming silence, the clock unwound to derail a thousand dreams. Scribbled lines on pages not yet turned described
where else but here.