Between the seams of dusk, where daylight is woven into the narrative of the night. Do you hear the whispers?
WhispersAn abstract tapestry spun from threads of sunlight. Conceptual snippets: a fleeting image of a forgotten landscape.
EchoesHorizons blend as brush strokes in a forgotten diary. The horizon is not a boundary, it's a novel's ending without the resolve.
CategoriesTime ebbs like the tide. With every breath, a sunset, every heartbeat a new horizon splattered on the sky's canvas.
Dream Paths