The clock breathes faintly. Ticks dissolve into the void, leaving echoes of yesterday's thoughts.
Remember the scent of damp earth? It lingers with shadows and silent tunes, untouched by light.
A window sealed with paint and loss, gazing into corridors that twist like forgotten dreams.
In solitude, we rewrite the tales that sleep beneath nightfall's exquisite cloak.
Revisit the trails of your spirit — [ Reflections ]