underneath the crumbling whispers of old texts, echoes linger like shadows, fading yet vivid, life fluttering through the gaps.
an apparition of four-leaf clovers sewn into the fabric of dreams, cloaked in trust, who watches when the ink dries?
can you find the unsaid words?
the trees erupt into cries of impossible symphonies, hovering above battered earth, arcs of wind tracing inevitable paths.
they are breaking in unnoticed ways, fading away into normality; decode the meaning of impermanence.
clouds overhead, forming and deforming tangible mysteries, breathe in then expel; blink in unison with the universe.
in quiet corners, memories burgeon, unfurling beneath layers yet to be uncovered. a landscape of unspooled yarn representing interrupted dialogues.