Contours of Time
In the gentle sigh of decaying leaves, there lies a whisper—an echo of forgotten dreams and untold yesterdays.
Each passage, a thread woven into the vast quilt of existence, carries with it the luminescent fragrance of what once was. It glows, silently radiant in its inability to ever be reclaimed.
The hours pass by like shadows at twilight, elongating with the weight of reflection, folding onto themselves like forgotten stories left untold.
What do the contours of time hold within their embrace? An invitation to walk along paths of light and shadow, where each step resonates with the pulse of the universe.
Join me in this contemplative expanse. Observe the glow, the eternal luminescence of time: