Of Ghost Ships and Solitary Whales
Once, beneath the somber embrace of twilight, there drifted a ship that sang songs beneath the surface. The water's surface rippled like whispers of long-lost kingdoms, its sails tattered shadows against a world not our own.
Amid those echoes, the solitary whales charted untraveled waters, realms of resplendent echoes hidden in fathomless horizons. The stars bore witness, celestial navigators seeking paths through obsidian depths.
The laugh of children entwined with the star's hymn, voices floating like dandelion seeds caught in the wind. Do you remember the ship? Wandering through dreams like lost memories tethered only by your names?
The PassagewayCobbles of Forgotten Ephemeris
The city's winding alleys whispered secrets through amber night, cloaked in ivy and woven in shades long-forgotten by stove-light memories. Do you recall the cobbled road? Where echoes held lanterns meek and moths tangled in the night's melisma.
She who passed behind the veil, in turquoise robes kissed by fading dusk. She carved verses into the air with fingertips aglow, mapping constellations on empty parchment.
Echo of Dreams