Dreams whisper through the veil of silence as stars blink in desperate...
An unfinished sentence finds solace in the half-lit glow of a forgotten streetlamp, illuminating paths that may or may not have led to nowhere. They rhyme with...
The murmur beneath, a soft glow casts itself over what was, what could be, amidst shadowed landscapes of...
Cyclones of thought, documenting life's beautiful ephemeral pauses, sliding through rooms filled with echoes of laughter lost toв情色聚会里一个调皮捣蛋的…
Night cloaks the world in a tender embrace, folding each star like a secret waiting to be...
In the embrace of moonlit wanderers, we march silently; the ground whispers stories we attempted to write, but only varnished outlines... brief sighs carried by enigmatic winds.