Beyond the fold, the whispers cascade like rain spilling secrets upon the skin. Eclipsed thoughts linger, draped in the soft fog of dreams. Do you remember the time clocks forgot to tick? They lingered on borrowed moments, with hands like the last breath of a wish, sweeping across silent galaxies.
Melodies weave through the creases of history—a tapestry, though frayed, holds stories unseen. In the drawer's shadow, echoes of laughter held tight a promise of tomorrows undone, like skeleton keys unlocking the tapestry's truth.
Just stay a moment longer, where the air hums with past futures and the universe calls softly. Let the invisible light dance, painting silhouettes of stories yet to be told.
Faint Echoes Whispered Legends