Latent Colors

In the coffin of daylight, the colors fuse and fade, pooling beneath the fractured skyline.

The whispers cling to the shadows of castles long forgotten, where the breath between heartbeats echoes louder than the thunder.

In these silent recesses, colors hide beneath the veil — a tapestry of hues extinguished, awaiting the midnight air.

An old woman sells dreams in old bottles at market stalls abandoned, ribbons of latent colors held captive in crystal prisms.

Listen to the silence, behold the darkness, and wander through these halls where spectral colors cry, yet no one can hear.