Words that caress the ear with tendrils of light—do they carry the weight of forgotten dreams? Each whisper hovers in a gravity well, suspended in the space where longing and despair entwine. Here, in this realm, joy melds with the sorrow of passing moments.
In the shadows, halos flicker; each surge of emotion becomes a pulse in the quiet tumult just beyond reach—or rather—out of context. Navigate the invisible storms of reminiscence, where laughter resonates but a heartbeat away from the veil of silence.
Traveling Through Shimmering Dreams