From the beyond, the echoes linger:
"Do they hear the rain when they drown in their silence?"
Labyrinth Echoes"She wore the clock as a necklace, but time slipped through the cracks."
Secrets of the Clock"The candle's dance whispered secrets the wind could not carry."
Shadows of the Candle"In the garden of iron roses, laughter rusted on the vine."
Gothic GardenA fleeting thought, a ghostly residue, tracing paths in dreams untold.