We all carry shreds of memory, not woven, but merely held together by the unspoken, a tapestry of whispers across an empty field. The voices, quiet, attuned to the rustle of the wandering grass, echo a truth often overlooked. What stories did they hold, those winds, as they slipped through the open windows of an old, dusty room?
In every echo, there’s a reverberation, a trace of laughter unnoticed, lingering just enough to remind the soul of its purpose. Silence offers a canvas, waiting to be painted by the paths of forgotten words, uttered in the glow of moonlit nights.
Lingering Fires — explore the warmth of candles flickering against the cold walls of solitude.
A Fleeting Glimpse — immerse in visions that drift like mist over a quiet lake.