Can you see her? The silhouette of words swimming in forgotten ink, unraveling through layers of time. Once, she spoke of places where shadows knew your name, and the sea carried the sighs of days yet to unfurl. Silent Waves.

The walls of this room remember. They remember conversations with the reflection that never faced the light, lingering where dusk brushes against the dawn. Here, every stanza dreams of a journey Emails from Aether.

Storage for sentences, destitution for memories. Collect the fragments before they fold into night, before they breach the veil to form constellations of unsent messages. Delivered Regrets.