Faint whispers of forgotten paths.
Odors of time, rubbing against skin.
In the distance, someone calls your name.
A blanket of fog, resting gently on memories.
Faint whispers of forgotten paths.
Odors of time, rubbing against skin.
In the distance, someone calls your name.
A blanket of fog, resting gently on memories.
Daylight bleeds through the cracks.
Half-formed visions linger beyond the edge.
Echoes of laughter, never heard.
Pale circles in disturbed sand.