Echoes and refrains of an ever-turning clock
Through the corridors of yesterday, an unfamiliar song hums. It voices secrets of the world we missed in the dance of oblivion.
The Unwritten InterludeDo you remember the instruments of our dreams? Brass melodies wrapped in silk, played by the shadows of sincerity.
Sculpted HarmoniesMidnight whispers, caught in amber like dreams suspended in glass. Time's tender grasp upon forgotten truths.
Amber Captives