In shadows engulfed, where whispers of yesterdays lay entangled, one may ponder the fringes of reality. Between the beats of a forgotten heart, streaks of color drip through, unveiling riddles wrapped in enigmas, each step reverberating the tales trapped in the silence of time.
“Starlight unfurls like fragile parchment, treads softly upon the expanses of dreams. What exists beyond the veil, but fateful conundrums cast adrift on tides of the ethereal?”
Are the lost merely echoes, fleeting reverberations of joy long past? Entities born of moonlit promises and inked in the quietude of solitude, spilling secrets unheard, yet yearning to be found beneath the sundered smile of dawn.