Faded Brilliance

Whispers forgive the silence, memories wrapping around taking root in nebulous voids.

The clock spins backward, unfurling branches of dreams long gone, yet their breath lingers dim.

A gaze cast upon twilight, remnants of light dancing like ethereal shadows, ecstasy mixed with melancholy.

Embrace what was never defined, losing yourself in the echoes of others left behind.

"The dream was an echo of laughter and forgotten faces, waters swirling around a voiceless rivulet goaded forth."
"But the brilliance seemed like faded phosphorescence against an endless march of night."

In Quiet Reflection

Echoes of the Unlived

Sketches of Distant Worlds