In the whispering garden, the leaves speak in riddles. Words float like mist, wrapped around branches, teasing the edges of understanding. An ant carries the weight of stories untold, stepping in and out of shadows.
Marble DreamsDo you hear the echoes of the moon laughing? It does so when the sun forgets its path, leaving the sky painted with shades of silence. Here, time is a loop, spiraling inward, a snake devouring its own tail yet never hungry.
Ephemeral TracesShe spoke to the flowers as if they were friends lost in the pages of history. The petals nodded knowingly, hiding the secrets of an ancient civilization beneath their delicate skin. Truth is a garden, she mused, always in decay.
Beyond BoundariesListen closely, and you'll hear the clock dissolve in the rain. Each drop a fragment of time, erasing memories as they fall. The ground drinks deeply, and in its thirst, the earth remembers everything and forgets nothing.
Echoes of Light