“They spoke of shadows beneath the clock, ticking away the silence, no longer enchanted by the chime of departure."
- Are they gone, or merely indulging in absence?
“I just caught a glimpse of the willow, it danced like a martyr in the wind.”
- What does the willow know of death's yearning?
The ache of unfulfilled potential looms heavy, tethered loosely to memories half-formed.
He said, “The fog wraps tighter, binding the keeper and the kept.”
“Am I lost or merely found among the fragments?” whispered the specter by the well.
“Do these feathers not remind you of pale birth? Raindrops falling before the universe should weep.”