The lantern flickers underneath a gauzy veil of moths and secrets, emitting whispers that undulate through the twilight. Once a dream, now a doorway, where echoing laughter is woven with the scent of forgotten spices.
Beneath a cascade of stars, the horizon holds the promise of beginnings and ends intertwined, a tapestry of tales spun from silken threads of dusk's embrace. A blue echo fades...
In the forest of discarded memories, a single feather floats, tracing the path of a hesitant heart. Maps drawn in the sand, deciphered only by the ebbing tides of time.
Murmurings and Myths
Stone and Starlight
Listen to the clock that never ticks, its hands moving only in dreams— a paradox of silence. Here lies yesterday’s dreams, abandoned in the whispers of an uncharted dawn.