The Hidden Whisper
The door creaked, an unwelcome melody, echoing weekends past.
Upon the altar, words knitted dreams, a tapestry of yesterday's scents.
Sunlight choked by mystery, shadows relented to the whispers of those unseen.
Emotion stole the key.
Emotion stole the key.
Silent maps, tracing fingers across forgotten realms and silken threads.
Contradictory emblems blazed upon the surface, alive with secrets.
We floated through mirrored silence.
Night painted its elaborate lie across the faded truth.
Night painted its elaborate lie across the faded truth.
A garden, forgotten, cultivated with sighs and the language of shadows.
In the sky's embrace, dreams released their hold on mundane reality. The sphere's rhythm answered.