In the crack of twilight,
memories turn brittle,
hints of laughter
suspended in whispered voids.
A voice calls,
woven through the mist,
can you remember...?
Walk the Labyrinth
A forgotten path lies in shadows, where light bends and flickers.
Somewhere, a secret hums
beneath layers of time—
a wheel spins, silently
tilting fragile truths.
Intentions soar in blindness.
Silhouettes of Dreams
Figures dance in ephemeral twilight.
Presence feels like
a broken glass serenity,
cutting through soft whispers,
revealing old rituals
shared only with the void.