The eyes watched the door for infinity beneath the sunlit water. An ancient armchair, submerged in memories and reluctant secrets, hosted shadows and fish alike.
Forgotten TrailsOnce, a lighthouse on the edge of dreams faltered, and its light extinguished the hope caught in bottles adrift. Notes penned with invisible ink rejoiced in brief liberation from forgetfulness. The salty air carried traces of whispers, too cryptic and eternal.
Hidden SouvenirsPast the corridor of laughter, trapped within the mundane, hangs a portrait of the moon - untouched by the tides of every day and untouched by hands seeking solace.
Memory Waves