In the half-light of a fading dusk, a moonflower unfurls soft secrets lost under layers of memory. Each petal stretches towards the wavering glow, each thread a whisper, a laugh echoing through ancient tombstones.
Who once wandered here? Footsteps softened by the moss, minds rabbits hopping through forgotten fields in search of light hidden within the cracks of iron gates.
The air carries traces of jasmine and shadow, revealing electromagnetic terrain of nostalgia and faded dreams. Erased tales run in rivulets igniting underwater specters, shimmering for just a moment, slipping away like pleasant phantoms.