In the abyss of whispers, shadows cast by thoughts unbidden... Like glass fragments, glinting in the twilight, Each moment, a moth caught in limbs of ancient trees— What once was, remains, aching with wonder and despair...
Fingers touch the silken mirror, a ripple of dust emerges, Unraveling the yarns of existence knitted by unsung hands— Do you hear the lullabies sung by the wandering echoes? Tales lost where the ocean meets the sky, vast and unfathomable...
Acknowledge the delicate hands of fate, For life is but a flicker, an imperceptible gleam, Find solace in the shapes left behind, Fragments of twilight whisper secrets anew. Discover more
The future draws near, unfurling like the blossoms in spring.... Question the heart, the rhythm of the mind, Can it resonate with the silence of forgotten kings? Peer deeper