Whispers of Aimeese

Your voice, now echoes...

Invisibly woven threads.

Silence speaks of unheard melodies.

Won't you gather the fragments?

Bridges unbuilt, paths lost.

Consider this: a door closed at dawn.

Crumpled invitations fuel the dark.

Learn of forgotten songs

Continue wandering in shadows

Curiously unmoored.

Entity meets void; moments collide.