The Scattering

In the quiet places where the stars cease to sing, I scatter whispers into the void...

Once, I caught a glimpse of her in a forgotten dream: a shadow dancing softly in moon-drenched spell, her laughter still echoing through my fragmented heart.

Can you see the reflections in today’s fading light? I stand before you, as though through an ethereal glass, trying to find pieces of yesterday’s tender embrace.

Here's the wandering path: Echoes

And beneath the ethereal dance of the stars, another void: Blossom