Twisted branches whisper,
echoes dance on frayed edges.
Time's fragile bird sings—
notes lost in the void.
Silence, a shroud.
The sky bleeds color,
memories written in invisible ink.
The songbird's call,
a fleeting glimpse of eternity.
Chaos, sweet and silent.
Reflections of a Glimmer
Echoes of the Voyage
Whispers of the Veil