As shadows stretch over the undiscussed paths, the first light of morning gently warps the landscape into something unfamiliar yet comfortingly known.
In these transient moments, the world stands upon a precipice, awaiting decision. Moments scattered like seeds in the wind. Each figure softly dissolving into the backdrop, becoming one.
The silhouettes form a dance of shadows, untouched and untouched by the carnage of time itself.
Silence now, until every peep of stirring light prepares the dawn's consummation; a symbiotic dance with infinite echoes.
Chasing Echoes Unbound Dreams