Fragments of whispers—
haunting shadows weave,
a tapestry of time,
stray thoughts flicker.
Underneath the gleaming veneer, the shadows crawl like moths, drawn to the light of forgotten sketches, weaving dreams...
The clock strikes thirteen, a forgotten number gently taps at time’s door, echoing through the silent corridors of what once was.
Do you remember the field?
How sunlight danced like children,
painting skeletons of longing?
Attempts at starlight captured in half-reflections, the murmur of ghosts playing hopscotch on yellowed parchments.
The clouds cried gray, yet we sang in colors yet unnamed...
Linking through values—lost codes awakens voids to fill.
Echoes of once trapped in mystic embeddings—an invitation to the unknown!