"In the tapestry of twilight, whispers collect in the hollow of my heart, shadows unravel the sunlight, revealing secrets once confined."
An assemblage of screams mature like cobwebs at dusk, thrumming with the pulse of dreams short-circuited, crumbling heaps of conversations lost between the walls.
Time dissolves into mist, as the imagery beckons 'Come', yet these tears—blinking Fay, [[URL]] skipping through the void.
Crickets chant mournful sonatas; the forest breathes in sync with hearts long fading. Just past the periphery, a figure watches with hollowed wells in place of eyes.
"Beneath the layers of what we cherish lie the remnants of who we are—the silhouettes of past lives traipse upon serrated ground."
CloseFor you who read between venomous lines - I beckon onward into the gray fog of uncertainty, trace the reflection: unsought harmony, perhaps?
Fingertips glide over rattled fears; abandoned sanctuaries arise in starlit whispers enshrined in twilight — chance and dissonance dwell together. Enter here if you dares tread!
As the clock strikes twelve, deep shadows brew potion—sort through them; emerging into the reality— fractured dreams are yet another embrace.