A promise kept in the silence of a whispering night, the kind that breaks at dawn, unseen footsteps tracing the outlines of forgotten words. The attic, deserted and filled with echoes. Scratches on the wall, maybe runes, secrets untouched, longing to be unraveled. Breaths short, quick – like the flutter of moths to the flame, silent yet ever so present. Revisit the song.
The vows once vibrant now cower beneath thick layers of dust and time. In the hazy glow, a figure glides, unresolved, a testament to promises lost among scattered papers. Assemble the fragments, there's a puzzle hidden, a truth bypassed by careless glances and the ticking clock. Locked in time
A familiar sigh, perhaps from the living, perhaps from somewhere else. Keyholes watching, eyes that never blink, awaiting the brave or the fool. The attic door creaks, laughter once shared, now echoing alone in chambers of solitude. Find the laughter.
Beneath, the earth trembles gently as if harboring a clandestine truth, grains of reality slip through fingers like sand. Slip, slip, and when the moment is wide open, seize the unseen. They dance – shadows of the past waltzing in the twilight, leaving traces in the wake of silence.
Vows dissipating as dawn approaches; another day begins, another chance missed. Will the pieces ever fit, or are they eternally adrift? The odyssey continues.