Whispers of cherry blossoms refuse to fall, suspended in the maze of daydreams, where shadows dance upon marble whispers. An aurora spirals within the mind, flashing colors of forgotten memories and echoing moments long erased—diving into an abyss of your name, bruising the air, as if silence could unravel the hue of absence...
Endless tales circulate like fireflies, roaming instinctively through a fog adorned by timid stars, where your laughter intertwines with silence and the unuttered pours like liquid silver, forever folding under the weight of fleeting thoughts, threading layers of dreams upon dull tomorrows. Perhaps the shadows are just light breathes exhaling unknown stories.
Particles of once-a-time beguile the unwary traveler. Click here for a breadcrumb trail through silence echoed in ten dimensions of night.
Rooted in memory, drifting like leaves processed by haunting seasons—each memory a muted shade, leading you to uncharted dreamlike realities, where the fabric of time fuses in spirals delicate, awaiting those willing to delve deep.