The Moonlit Obelisk
Under the watch of the solitary moon, an ancient obelisk murmurs secrets.
The wind, a gentle confessional, clings to cold stone and breathes life into stories
long abandoned by time. Here, travelers find the dawn of persistence, along
paths paved with jasmine and nightshade.
The wind, a gentle confessional, clings to cold stone and breathes life into stories
long abandoned by time. Here, travelers find the dawn of persistence, along
paths paved with jasmine and nightshade.
Echoes of the Past
In the trembling shadow, voices rise
Like whispers caught in the fabric of night.
They plead, they sing—a spectral symphony
Rosin up the walls of weary souls.
Hear them clear
Beyond the horizon lies the abyss
of forgotten desires; shooting stars
rain hope where hope is seldom found,
cradled in the light of midnight's embrace.
of forgotten desires; shooting stars
rain hope where hope is seldom found,
cradled in the light of midnight's embrace.