The world fades into an echo, the silent room now singing with voices untold. Trapped in the folds of midnight blue, where shadows wake and dance, cold tendrils of thought sink deep into the fabric of existence. A clock ticks, but without sound, and time itself unwinds softly in whispers of forgotten dreams.
I see a horizon stretching on forever, a line drawn by invisible fingers. Clouds weave intricate patterns, stories from the past retold in vapor and light. Do they remember? Or is the past just a veil over the present, a tapestry of moments spinning endlessly?
Screeches erupt. Ravens crying—harbingers of truth, or empty echoes of nostalgia? They swarm, a dark tide against a sun that never rises, never sets. The ground trembles beneath their wings, a heartbeat in the earth too large to fathom.
Solitude seeps through the cracks, an aloof warden watching the empty corridors we call our home. Does it breathe with us, or dwell in the spaces we can never fill? A question without an answer, lost in the shadow's embrace.
Sweetness Hidden in Darkness