Tide whispers in the shell of yesterday, cracked by the song of a forgotten dawn.
Resonance of jade whispers within the hollow of the fossil heart.
Time bends over, revealing paths of stardust in the undergrowth of silken memories.
Iridescent shadows linger at the threshold of dreams unasked, histories unveiled.
Once, in the melody of concrete past, there lived a statue of whispers strong. Text marooned on granite leaf, survived the nocturnal harvest. Bowing to ephemeral orchards, it seeks dialogue from slipping sands.