Frame 1: The drapery sways.
Frame 2: A shadow flits across the gilded mirror.
Frame 3: Unspoken words ripple through the air.
In the curtain's dance, the ancient spirits weave, Telling tales in murmurs, soft as the evening breeze. The veil between worlds grows thin, and there, The echoes of laughter linger in twilight's embrace.
Frame 4: The flicker of a candle's glow.
Frame 5: A silhouette, her veil cascading like mist.
Frame 6: Fingers trace forgotten patterns on the wall.
Gentle sighs blend with the sound of life untouched, A dance of reminiscence in sepia-toned frames. Moments captured in the silence of the heart, Where every whisper is a world unto itself.
Layers of Echo