Beneath the surface, echoes of forgotten murmurs imperceptibly speak.
The salted whispers melt into crystalline oblivion as moisture forgets its own touch.
A suited eagle approaches the unseen ridge, wings brushing careful secrets.
Beneath the surface, echoes of forgotten murmurs imperceptibly speak.
The salted whispers melt into crystalline oblivion as moisture forgets its own touch.
A suited eagle approaches the unseen ridge, wings brushing careful secrets.
Recollect the moss-laden alleyways with lamp-lit shadows; follow their stories in-between.
Charmed by the forlorn hunger of the midnight clock, unreading its earnest face: