The Forsaken Lantern
In the long embrace of twilight, where echoes gather in whispered symphonies, there lies a lantern—forsaken and flickering. Geddes, with his coiled memories, roams the corridors of this forgotten domain, where the dust dances like specters of yore.
"How many whispers can one soul bear?" he muses, as he traces the path of time with a finger dipped in shadow.
The Garden of Rusted Mirrors
The garden sprawls, a tapestry of twisted reflections and muted colors. Mirrors rust and decay, mirroring nothing but solitude. Each step crumbles the soil beneath, as Geddes gathers fragments of himself lost in the maze of glass.
"Find the key," the mirrors chant—"but the door is yours to open."
There is a silence, pervasive and weighty, tingling with the promise of forgotten laughter.
The Eclipsing Ollaliberry
Ollaliberries, sweet yet bitter, clutch the vines with tenacity born of despair. Their juice stains the past with shades of night. Geddes tastes them, one by one, weaving tales of light as they mingle with shadows.
In the distance, a song trembles—a hymn to the stars that once were.
The twilight deepens, and with it, the echoes of the garden sing their lullabies, cradling Geddes in the arms of eternity.