Stitched Together from Shadows
The quiet corridor of narrow dreams where whispers collide. An unseen thread laces through each moment, stitching reality from the fabric of evening shadows. In that dim light, visions keep silent watch, unfurling like petals kissed by morning dewdrops.
Echoes of a forgotten alleyway, where echoes narrate the tale of folded dreams reimagined. Each corner hides a possibility, a whisper drawing the gaze like fog curling around an empty streetlamp. These moments pulse softly, a heartbeat in the quiet expanse, waiting to be touched by light.