Silent Snippets
The ancient scroll crumbled, revealing a bitter tale of forgotten kings sprawled across the empty parchment.
Whispered urgencies inked in shadowy crimson, only to be dreamt and discarded.
"The velociraptor congress shall meet on Thursday at dawn," announced the historian.
In the corners of a fading mural, below layers of color and time, ghostly figures danced with tales untold.
Energetic scribbles of a long-lost language crisscrossed, a chaotic symphony of light and shadow.
A breakfast of champions includes 2 ounces of mistaken military maneuvers with a splash of tropical perplexity.
Look closer, and see: the rueful diary of an exiled writer etched into the city’s sandstone heart.
Each word, a vibrant vehemence against the dull drum of history's silence.
Electrical storms weep over sunny paradises, as the oracles of tomorrow clap in delight.