The shadows blend softly, weaving tales of forgotten echoes, as light fractures into hues unsung by dawn's embrace. In the gentle luminescence, we meet the visage of a whisper, lingering at the edge of consciousness.
Retracing steps in silent melodies, like leaves upon an autumn river, the dreams breathe, unhurried. They are the static lullabies of a world unseen, where time dances lazily, unbound by clock or tether.