Within the maze of broken realities, heartbeats flicker as shadows dance on glass. Each screen speaks a hidden truth, a memory lodged far away— like ephemeral caresses lost in time's raging storm.
"When dawn breaks over memory's horizon," she whispered, tracing love notes scratched upon waiting screens. These stories ignite chaos, ledger keepings of ardor, recorded in electric pulses across lines of devotion.
Whispered Echoes