In the echo of a forgotten railway, the whispers of trains never taken...
Paths dissolve into the horizon where wishes weave the tapestry of stars. The clock strikes a melody known to none, yet every soul hums its tune in the twilight's embrace.
Laughter echoes through corridors of time
The sky hangs on the brink of tomorrow, where dreams slip like shadows on fading intersections of memory.
Once upon a time, in a land of perpetual dusk, they spoke of colorless rain...
A soft sigh left the leaves dancing in rhythms known only to the night wind, a serenade to the waking stars.
In the garden of whispers, the petals spoke secrets to the moonlit journeyers...