Flickering lights dance in the void, shadows undulating with whispers of forgotten breath. Time segues into shadow, as twilight cradles the moon in silent reverie.
In the crumbling corridors of yesterday, laughter has turned into echoes — an elegy of what was lost, wrapped in decay. The scent of ancient tomes mingles with stale air, a spectral waltz upon the dusty floorboards.
Entangled thoughts unravel in glistening silk threads, sustaining the fragile fabric of a once-vibrant tapestry, now dulled to the grey washes of memory.
Shattered Reflections | Echoes in the Void | Ephemeral Melancholy