Once upon an evening light, a murmur passed, like ripples in an
untroubled pond, cascading into secluded realms of mind. Hidden
whispers pose upon the shelf of dreams, waiting to be unraveled.
"Maybe tomorrow," she murmured, tracing the outline of a thought with
eyes closed, only to confront the delicate symphony of echoes,
forgotten yet familiar.
Listen to the Murmur
Fragments of Solitude