From the lacquered desks of peculiar dreams, the wistful parchment whispered coded messages. Was it
ever written that time decorates lonely corridors with echoes of those laughters that
once draped like golden shawls upon opulent shoulders?
Unseal a secret.
Constellations of abandoned thoughts linger beneath our blinds, casting intricate patterns that
only a tear-stained eye could discern. Gaze out where the inkless horizons meet; a passage awaits. Remember or be
forgotten.