In the dim glow of last twilight, threads of forgotten whispers stretch across the sky.
The daisies bloom in silence, each petal a silent echo of untold stories, woven into tapestry smooth, untouched by hands.
Walk beside the binding roots, where thought meanders freely through time, tracing arches hidden by the mind’s eye.
Life's gentle brush against worn pages, remnants of dew clinging to dawn morns.