Fleeting whispers, the sound of rain against glass. An echo of forgotten songs, playing softly.
- Stars, tiny pinpricks in a vast canvas, silently twinkling.
- The scent of old books, a symphony in the air.
- Shadows dancing on the wall, a ballet of light and darkness.
In the corners of the mind, doodles take form. Fleeting thoughts, becoming melodies.
Dance of Shadows
Sleepy Sunrise
Whispering Winds