What if the moon sang? Hung notes of silver across a faded canvas. The echoes... lost in a labyrinth of stars.
The conversation dripped with uncertainty—did the shadows converse? Or only the clocks, each tick a suggestion of...
An invitation to wilderness within... shifting patterns. Candy wrappers floating in the high winds like scattered promises.
Retail therapy, what do they itemize? As if comfort could be numbered, stamped with expiration dates....