Beneath the ever-breathing darkness, the cycle began anew. Yesterday’s shadows sighed softly, giving way to today’s dawning dread.
Liana floated between dreams, sketching forgotten memories in the reverberating silence.
The echoes of her silent screams wore a tapestry of whispers, woven in threads of starlight.
Each night, the tide turned, unearthing fragments and flickering glimpses of a war that could never be named.
She wandered a fragmented shoreline, where waves of shadows lapped at her anchorless soul.
Will the shadows keep their secrets? she wondered.