Between the whispers of shadows, a fragile laughter echoes, weightless and dense.
Time unravels, turning to sand, each grain a moment suspended in twilight.
Lost reflections stare back—mirrors of what could have been, you and I, in parallel breaths.
The air tastes of forgotten possibilities; every inhale a haunting.
A crimson horizon beckons—
scraps of memory scattered like autumn leaves, vibrant, crumbling.
Do you remember?
Rituals of dusk and silence, shadows weaving through imagination.
And yet, in the silence of voids, dreams fragment, colliding with other edges.
Here lies the echo of laughter, distant yet suffocating in its familiarity.
Reaching out, we touch the intangible—wisps of thought curling into fog.
Unraveled and refracted.
What awaits behind each door? A longing, uninhibited.