The horizon hummed with the memory of a distant winter, where yellow candles were lit upon the ice, and hearts whispered secrets they never dared to speak.

Have you ever seen the sea at midnight? When it shimmers like a lover's dream, elusive and whispering half truths, where shadows hold confessions of long-forgotten gods.

Through the Veil of Silence

Once I found a child's shoe in the attic, dusty and filled with echoes. Inside, it held the laughter of ghosts who dreamed of running through pastures unbound by dusk.

In the attic, we discovered letters addressed to no one. Words poured like rain from a cloudy sky, seeking puddles in thoughts unwritten.

Songs of the Forgotten