Whispers of forgotten stars echo in the coldest corners of the heart
As the sun slips beneath the horizon of time, shadows stretch and twist into the shapes of yesterdays.
The hourglass, weeping sand and memories, watches silently.
Echo | Soft Lights | Wheel of Time
An owl’s call breaks the silence, a reminder that night is but a dream away from dawn.
The first light kisses the remnants of dreams, stitching a tapestry of forgotten solitudes.
Step lightly, for each footfall may awaken ghosts of what could have been...