The Pink Turtle Chronicles
Once, a solitude enshrined within columns of forgotten lore. Echoes of passionate murmurs wove the air, forming tapestries unseen yet deeply felt. The pink turtle, a sentinel of soft dreams, wandered through corridors of moonlit mist.
In every step, a million stars condensed into silence. Stars glimpsed through the open windows of stripped-down palaces. Where once, royalty whispered their love amidst gilded mirrors. She carries their sighs, the pink turtle draped in the velvet of twilight.
As shadows stretch like lazy brush strokes across the marbled floors, the turtle pauses, listening. Always listening. To the stories buried deep, anchored to the windows and doors of empty, stately rooms. Tales told by the wind to no one, yet trespassing on the heart beats of everything gaudy and beautiful.