Somber evenings chasing forgotten milestones. Were they dreams or memories forgotten by time?
A mirrored hall, reflections ripple with every unanswered question; they beckon to unravel the soul.
Perceptions folded like a melody, obscured by the veils of relativity; echoes reverberate, unseen.
An ancient elm nid in the heart, leaves glisten, whispering secrets only dusk knows; does the heart remember?