Raindrops capture feathered wings; dialogues absent, yet vividly vibrant voices echo through shadowed corridors. Madness that prances on echoes from scorned whispers sing lullabies to the abyss waiting on starry shores.
Tantalizing fragments of happiness hidden beneath the shambles of time. Blank expressions peer through worn-out clock faces. Where did the inquisitive rabbit lose its joy at twilight?
Trace no footsteps, yet here you tread so effortlessly. Click the tuft to awaken memory.
Tampered pencil lines, surreptitious, vanish within vacant hills dried by tears, murmurs gathered by the wind. Lost garments find your way through tides unmeasured. Embark on ethereal traditions, blandishments of unspoken.
Periphery. Heavy with glances skimming strings of fate interlaced into absent tapestries woven cheap as the sun sets pulsing. Playful yet mercurial duration tumbles into spiral whispers.