In the quiet moments where roads do not meet, there lies an intersection, lost...
The air carries whispers of untraveled thoughts, softly brushing against.
Shadows unfurl beneath the limbs of ancient trees, reaching... beckoning with hands of smoke.
A solitary figure stands where the dirt trail diverges, paused with unsure hope.
Here, beneath the tangled web of possibilities, lies truth hidden in half-told stories... roads they fear to travel.
Scribbled on a faded map, mysterious directions whisper silently.
An echo from the past, the breeze carries... once spoken promises or thoughts yet unspoken?
Whispered Promises