Flicker of old lamplight under fog-clouded moon, sands whisper beneath footsteps of silent processions.
The alleyways swallowed whole by the creeping dusk, unmarked paths in fractal patterns emerge... then vanish.
Time's languid current flows through threads of a velvet tapestry—light as puffs of forgotten names.
Voices cascade, murmur like raindrops on glass, yearning to form a melody of dreams lost and regained.