In the encroaching dusk, where silence weaves its invisible web, voices shatter like glass against the hardened heart. Each shimmer of gilded light, an echo of dreams once whispered, now lost within the shadows. Can you hear the silent screams? They dance like flickering flames upon the edge of vision, weaving tales of longing and whispers of the unseen.
A golden pathway stretches into the void, adorned with the remnants of unspoken wishes. With every step, the ground sighs, releasing echoes that linger, tousling the hair of forgotten memories. In the air, the scent of an everlasting summer, marred by the faintest trace of rain—a promise unfulfilled.