In the realm between breaths, where shadows extend, a whisper accelerates the falling dusk. Wisps of unspoken tales linger like half-formed dreams, winding through the branches of slumbering oaks.
Does the silence remember the sound?
The tapestry of existence frays at the edges, revealing glimpses of an ethereal void. The air thickens, swarming with invisible specters of forgotten melodies, woven into the very fabric of this moment.
Sudden rustling; a crest of forgotten nostalgia emerges from the dust of memory - a twinge, a vibration that recalls the color of laughter.
Can you feel the absence?
Time oscillates - a pendulum dismantled, swaying to the undulating echoes of what was.