Echoes of Forgotten Memories

In twilight shades, footsteps forgotten tell stories never spoken.

The clock ticks inside walls that breathe, exhaling dust and silence.

Through fractured glass, voices murmur... a name, perhaps, long lost.

A single feather floats, the weight of a world unremembered rests beneath it.

Voids between breaths, where light bends whispers into shadows.

Hear the murmurs
Trace the footsteps