Whispers of Yesterday

Stars travel across woven plains; their path, invisible, is felt. A quiet hum beneath the familiar echo—earth breathing.

Lonely Footprints

Gravel crushes softly. Each step measures time. Shadows extend and retract; trees nod silent approval.

Voice Trapped in Glass

Sound shatters, forms anew—melodies trapped within cellular structures. We hear only fragments.

Midday meanderings collected under grey skies; they twist and settle into the folds of your mind.