In the dim light, shadows speak in fragments.
A single word, a gentle wave—the ripple infinite.
Footfalls merge with the wind's sigh.
Echoes linger, softly fading like a dream's end.
In the dim light, shadows speak in fragments.
A single word, a gentle wave—the ripple infinite.
Footfalls merge with the wind's sigh.
Echoes linger, softly fading like a dream's end.