As dusk’s tender brush sweeps the horizon,
the whispers in memory hum louder,
casting silhouettes that flicker�
over the brittle stillness between heartbeats.
Echoes from snippets of stories told around cold fires,
one breath of eternity exhaled in the fragile moments,*
not yet lost, but entangled in the descent of quiet shadows.
Here, time shifts and slides, falling through layers of
translucence, where each heartbeat whispers a past tale,
each pause re-evoking forgotten dances of light and spirit