Beneath the shimmer, lies a facade—fractals of moments, woven in untold tales, nightly whispers of paths untaken. Each echo turns, breaths hold feral truths, reborn in flickering shadows.
Sleepwalkers wander through corridors of sorrow, mumbling oaths unto flickering specters. A laughter frozen in sepulchral stillness, kisses of smoke and dim glow birth the eerie solace.
Ink stains drip from time's quill,
each drop a memory—sharp, silken, sickly sweet. Conjure me as I stir and sway in the mist of isolation.
Once promised sunlight, now tarnished dreams gather rust in the corners of forgotten rooms.
As the pendulum swings, reflect on stale regrets:
Whispers from the Abyss |
Fragments of Shattered Dreams |
Echoes in the Void