The Collection

Once whispered the moon to the wandering sands, a thousand footsteps echo over dunes that never remain the same.

Beneath the arch of endless stars, I found your handprint embedded in the twilight mist, eternal in its ephemeral presence.

The clock melted into laughter, its hands ticking backward through forgotten hours witnessed by no eyes but the night's gloom.

Through the veil of silver rain, I heard your song—a melody woven with threads of silence and echoes of the unsaid.

Invisible ink on yellowed pages, speaking histories untold, binding together fragments of ourselves left strewn upon the infinite sea.