In depths unplumbed by words, shadows grasp echoes of forgotten whispers, weaving threads through twilight's shiver. Silent ebony waltzes across dreams, brushing chilling caresses upon the tendered minds behind glass-bound eyelids that never witness dawn's cleansing grace.
"The strings of the heart's embark follow notes unspoken," she said, tracing paths on the air with a hesitant grace. She gazed toward the horizon that held tales unfathomable, timeless.
Liquid starshine pooled beneath feet aching from roads traveled in flight, as if wings had been there, not forgotten but simply misplaced in life’s dance. The embrace of frosted lullabies lingers, wafting their ancient serenade across the midnight sea.