Amidst the silence of a thousand sighs, the moon weeps crystalline tears that dissolve the night into dawn. Shadows dance to the tune of a heartbeat lost in the solitude of endless skies. Do you hear it? The whisper of a woven fate, unraveling under the weight of unspoken dreams.
In the corners of a forgotten hall, dust motes play hide and seek in beams of pale light. A lone chair creaks, a sound not unlike the laughter of a child long grown but never gone. The walls remember stories, fragments of lives etched into plaster, fading like ancient echoes.
Outside, the garden breathes in sync with the rhythms of a distant ocean, its secrets kept close beneath the roots of gnarled trees. Time here is a gentle river, flowing unnoticed, carrying with it the dreams of those who dare to remember.
Ephemeral Thoughts linger in the margins, waiting for a chance to be born. Whispers of past lives echo in the minds of those who listen.