Whispered Tales

In the early hours, when dreams bleed into dawn, stories linger like echoes in the alleys of memory.

/---\ |.*.*| Once a moonlit night,\ \---/ there was a fleeting shadow\ /----\ silently skimming\ |()+()| the surface of an ethereal lake.\ \__/ Its name was forgotten,\ and timeless it slumbered.\

A fish flew by, no wings but fins that shimmered tales untold. Voices in the wind spoke of places never seen, of stars that danced in closed eyes.

Murmurs in the Wind
Dusk's Illumination

~~~~~~~~~~ There lies a garden\ of shattered mirrors\ reflecting whispers\ of bygone dreams.\ ~~~~~~~~~~

Beyond the horizon, time untangles like a gentle breeze, brushing against the skin of a new reality.