In the endless corridors of memory, behind shimmering veils, lie trails unfurled—
Echoes of thoughts that crystallize with time, fossilized in layers, becoming stone amidst dust and breath. Reality unfolds, not as a flower but like a slow erosion of the self,...
Upon an aged canvas, streaks of a forgotten world—a world that contains not colors of light, but shadows of what could've been—a self portrait lies unfinished, yet whole...
Ember stories, cradled in the heart, too warm yet too heavy, wrote not in words but in the rhythm of breathing rocks.
We bend under the weight of the currents, realities intertwined, reflecting a past unknown...
Perhaps amidst these shifting tides, a linger of hope—untrashed yet unseen—finds its sanctuary.
Whisper Echoes Horizons Expanded