Memory softens like mist, curling through the fading light.
Have we not all been mirrors once? Reflecting what was shown, without questioning whose image we bear.
Soft Garden Echoes

The clock ticks backward today, unraveling a tapestry woven in silence.
Each moment, a prism of possibilities, shattered and reinvented in the hands of dreamers.
Untold Dreams

Crystalline shadows dance, casting stories only the lonely understand.
In quiet corners of the mind, a dialogue persists—between yesterday's hopes and tomorrow's whispers.
My Mind's Puzzle