When she first heard the soft murmurs echoing through the archway, it was like finding an old song in a forgotten attic. Voices intertwined, a melody without music, a rhythm that made her heart dance to a forgotten tune.
Beneath its stone frame, the girl found letters scattered in the grass, words mismatched yet familiar, speaking of roads less trodden and paths intertwined. Who had left them, and why, remained a mystery folded neatly in time's own pocket.
Invisible ThreadsIn the pulse of night, she wandered into a meadow aglow with lanterns flickering like stars come to earth. Each light held a longing, beckoning with hands unseen. It was here she heard the tales of strangers who’d paused, breathless and wide-eyed, grasping at the strings of fate weaving through their own lives.
Their shadows danced alongside hers, ephemeral and fleeting, whispering secrets in a language lost yet achingly close. She knelt, tracing constellations in the soil, wondering if the stars knew her name.
Echoes of Prevail