Time, ayem, fading echoes unfurling in the vein of twilight. Pathways intertwining, never fully realized, cascading darkness— a whisper of dreams abandoned on the still waters.
The perfume of crumbling leaves dances in the unhurried breeze, as senses spiral—around aging structures cradling stories left half-told, long after the silence draped like a fog.
Copious afternoons peeled apart, like indeterminate layers of forgetting. Birds alight on forsaken eaves, time-weaving mesmerists yearning—
Abrupt moments of levity persist, as shadows blend with the intricate tapestry of day’s end. Unblemished remnants smile behind glass eyes, dimmed in distant temperatures where warmth ambers to a distant yearning.
Explore forgotten places elsewhere— a flicker, an eerie smile in deceptive neutrality, where ago and now vibrate in intimate disarray. Can you dance with unfamiliar faces, uncoiling time like twine? Serendipity laced with decay.