The lost whispers of the petrified oak, did you hear their tales? Examine the coils of tan, damp earth echoing of conversations unspoken.
Once around the corner, crates of longing retained, the hopeless light of a forgotten bulb issued its solemn farewells, casting shadows dancing eagerly with dreams.
The cobble against weary footsteps murmurs incessant patches of unhurried time, weaving between whispered truths of marble grievances and the sigh of the cracked sidewalk.
How it feels, the definitive pause between each root's shivering purpose as they penetrate the fabric of long-lost schemas, yearning yet paralytic, content yet stale.
But wait, can you unearth the hidden fragments?