Amongst the tapestry of mumbled secrets and lingering whispers, the drink of twilight ripples quietly upon the tongue. Tendrils of mystic allure extend, weaving a gossamer web that enraptures the soul. Beneath this cosmic dance lies a truth, unvarnished, stark, and hauntingly beautiful in its untamed ferocity.
Oh, how the veil dances! Wreathed in midnight hues, it sways under the breath of forgotten stars, each flicker an echo of sorrows past, of joys yet to bloom. It mesmerizes with a magnetic pull, insatiable, like the moon’s longing embrace of the whispering sea.
Broken Reflection The Lost Echo