Amber thoughts suspended, like moths in cobwebbed silence.
All the shadows linger, holding breath for the flicker of light.
What is lost in the veil of dusk, that flickers like a candle's ghost?
A whisper drifts, forgotten echoes, stitches of time unraveling.
Brushstrokes on fog—each sliver a memory, locked in amber's embrace.
Click to release the phantoms, let them take a bow...
A journey through whispers of the vault, shadowed parchment reveals reflections in the mist.