Have you ever heard a shadow breathe? It's softer than a secret, tighter than a raspberry's embrace. We sit, two figures in the dim light of imaginary day, speaking in the pauses of words unsaid.
In this garden of shadows, the accordion plays, weaving stories through the spaces where sounds dare not tread. Can you taste the notes, like sweet raspberries kissed by evening air?
Echoes of laughter bounce, ricochet off the walled gardens of thought, and somehow, we find ourselves at a tangent, holding hands with curiosity. Don't forget to check out Whispered Wind or perhaps the Eternal Night for further mystical explorations.