Imperfect Lands
Strangers whispered, shadows passed.
Things left unsaid.
"He walked like time had forgotten him."
"Do you remember when the sky fell?"
"Always, always searching for the light..."
Dollhouse nostalgia, decay tempered in silence.
"Now, water stains speak more than words."
"Sometimes grass remembers the footsteps."
"Who witnessed the unraveling of a universe?"
"Where have the chords of laughter gone?"