The screen flickers, oh how the whispers descend, muted not by choice, but by an unseen command. Here lies her gaze, soft as transitory clouds. The world consumed by monochrome embraces, as vividness lingers unseen, a phantom touch.
echo↦ ❮ Hear the Ghost ↤echo
Orange calls slip away through unbroken days; sounds unmet searching behind frames intact. Every tender gesture follows without forethought, orchestrating silent symphonies carried on shadows.
resoᐟ Cacophony Première resoᐟ
No step dances, for all steps play spectators; her handnotes only their glow to match folds unturned. Did she discern unheard song sung to ancient stars? What motion swells such quiet tides in darkened halls?
limen↵ Euphoric Hush ↵limen