UNFURLED VIGNETTES

Whispers. Brief glimpses. The echoing laughter of strangers. Fleeting. Mirror Spaces

An unsent letter, folded thrice. Dust motes dance in sunlight. Shadows linger. Tethered Dreams

A single crimson pennant. It flutters. Alone, yet part of the whole.

Beneath the surface. An undercurrent of history washed ashore. Relics