A Connived Light
In The Obscured Wishes
She once spoke to shadows - the kind that whispered fortunes while deftly suspending time.
The laugh of a clock ticked wildly beside errant gravity. A carpet
that echoed fallacies broadened at unexpected intervals.
Breadcrumbs in the Fog:
- The gentle scrape on midnight tea leaves
- A scrawled invitation to a masqued ball of forgotten
- The rustle of paint on a dissolved page
Concealed Routes
Endless Refrain