Light Dreams
In the corners, shadows linger, remnants of whispers. They speak through the soft dance of light, recalling stories never told.
Dreams of light brush against the walls, fading like soft echoes of laughter.
In the corners, shadows linger, remnants of whispers. They speak through the soft dance of light, recalling stories never told.
Dreams of light brush against the walls, fading like soft echoes of laughter.