Voices in Iron

Echoes of a Forgotten Forge

Underneath the sea floor, where silence wears heavy armor, is a dream shaped like rust. It is not the future's metallic hymn, but a forgotten lullaby sung by stars fleeing their kin.

The Twilight Reflections

Listen closely, to the winds that polish every fleeting thought, their fingers etching memories in bronze. In this twilight dance, every rustle is a whispering promise to the reflections of dusk.

Turn your gaze momentarily to the stars, for only they remember the shadows of your own silvery voice. Will they echo the dreams you've woven within your shells?