A lost sepia photograph floats silently between realms, a moment trapped in quantum haze. Faces are half-formed, eyes blink as if recordings of both love and longing, tussling for prominence in the perceivable world. Were they friends or strangers on some forgotten street? A wisp of congratulatory laughter trails off under its vintage gloss. Closer looks reveal the story being rewritten in every blink; one forgets to ask about the present, so they settle for ghostly future fictions instead.
Echo EmotionsFrom a patch of overgrown grass, a tiny rusted locket murmurs requiems in every shade of crimson. Coins in the vault of time, clasping stories better kept or blissfully untouched. Open, it holds only air now, or perhaps a memory of a melody that diminished with all absent seasons. Each inscribed line in its intricate frame speaks loudly of someone whispering all too softly. Its nested silence, episodes of tenderness as haunting as detangling echoes across empty shores, waiting for quantum acceptance.
Iridescent Unions