In the depths of a mind's twilight, a reflection appears, swaying like the tendrils of uncertain time. Flashes of moments entwined, dreams counterbalancing upon ghosts of yesteryears.
What breathes in the shadows? The echo of a lonely child’s laughter amidst the decaying oak tree of forgotten thoughts.
Where do we go when night shatters?
Into the light of a thousand abandoned whispers, I will walk through the
embered path of your labyrinthine sorrow.
Clouds gather, pulling apart in the hopes of solace; they bury secrets deep like spider webs hiding teardrops. Be wary, they sing of tomorrow's dreams.
Invoke the Dream: