Lost Verses of Dreams

"The kitchen was always warm, filled with the smell of something sweet. But who baked it? I remember laughter, voices layered like an old record, but the faces are just shadows now."

"In a field of whispers, I stood barefoot. The grass tingled like electricity on my skin. Somewhere, a songbird sang a melody I had forgotten, pulling strands of a dream I never lived."

"Once, I read a book that made me cry, not for what it told, but for what it left unsaid. I closed it and knew I would never read it again, yet its words haunt me in echoes."