Fleeting Memory

In the pale husk of a once-vibrant reverie, shadows uncoil into forgotten whispers. Each specter, a memory, ephemeral yet eternal, cradles the heart in a vice of paradox. They intertwine, a symbiotic dance—a fragile embrace of light and dark, whispering through the gothic arches of the mind's cathedral.

Beneath the stone-grey sky, fleeting moments sang their elegy; a dirge for memories that once lived and loved. The mirrors reflect naught but the void, reverberating with echoes of things that were, things that never were—phantom joys entwined with mournful sighs, forever in conflict until time’s cruel hand dissolves them.