Time flickers in desolate corners, regrets in fractured mirrors.
The echo of laughter fades into feathers of nostalgia—time thrumming like a forgotten clock.
A seemingly mundane morning, where shadows dab upon the table like spilled ink, whisper memories untold.
Twinkling glimmers of moments dance, even your silence speaks volumes.
Where do roads lead when fog wraps the world in its gentle embrace?
The stale air cradles rooms unvisited, and yet—
Runes of love are reflected between your heartbeats, dusk-painted dreams unfurling stories lost but found.
Create with me a tapestry woven with threads of past's touch.
Breathing light into the echo chamber of memories:
Patterns of Elusivity |
Forgotten Reveries |
Dim Lit Paths
A fleeting exchange on a crestfallen night:
'Do not forget the heart of the universe!', the stars dared us to question, yet laughter persisted in prelude to infinity...