In the quiet between the stars,
whispers of forgotten dreams claw
at the edges of reality's thin veil.
Chase me—they implore,
their breath a soft melody woven
through the fabric of time itself.
I wandered the nebulous pathways,
where each step left impressions
like footprints on a lover’s heart,
clasping at the void with hands
that knew only the ache of longing.
Echoes of a Past Shadow's Song Fleeting Murmur
Fractured, like glass,
your eyes hold the
colors of a thousand
unsaid words.
Let them scatter
through this cosmic
shore—let each shard
become a tale.
A touch away,
Before the stars went out that night,
we painted our dreams in strokes of
crimson and gold,
a chaotic dance that
hummed with the fervor
of souls unbound.
And when the dawn broke,
we were still
fervent,