Shadows flicker thumbprints of silence echoes muted in corridors. Beneath the surface, whispers dissolve into earth, each grain a memory. A solitary leaf, engrossed in collapsing light, glimmers with secrets.
Such is the arid beauty, the fading embrace, watching as life threads intertwine. here (not here), remains curling over carbon whispers.
Whispers in Wind | Transience of Time | Fabric of the Fragile