Across the ethereal tapestries, the whispers collect ochre stones, masked in rain droplets—collective dreams unfurl amidst clandestine records.
In the disarray of lost summers, the ledger marked with salt, maps the unstirred oceans, lined by departing shadows of distant comets.
An emissary of frost greets the forgotten clock, found buried beneath the forgotten gardens. Pages blink, dimly, in the half-light of spectral lamplight.