They clung to the night like whispers
suspended in amber, preserving not a thought
but a flicker of light –
fleeting, elusive, and deep.
Serenity in Chaos
Once, in a space untouched by time,
the words gathered like forgotten children,
raising shadows on a sun not truly present.
Mutable Truths
To converse with the silence,
is to dance with the echo of a dream,
where every syllable holds a universe
complete and incomprehensible.
The Void Garden