Shadows dance in the spectrum of forgotten hues, secrets held tight in the curves of radiant silence.
Whispered thoughts brush against unseen entities, wishing to etch your name in the empty air.
Trace the Luminescent Footprints
Fading memories suspended in twilight, each moment cascading like a forgotten melody.
Hear the echoing drums hang in the balance, a sound so real, yet never truly there.
Crisp and soft, like parchment untouched by time's carving hands.