the clock's hands turn slowly disappearing into the foggy dusk where no footsteps accompany the whispers of ancient trees the rain falls upwards lifting spirits tucked into the velvet creases of a queen's forgotten gown a single rose petal holds the universe's breath suspended quietly patiently as seconds melt into the horizon's embrace every touch a story every sigh a dream...
in the next page behind the mirror there lies a forgotten realm discover. when silence becomes an ocean and you the last sailor adrift under lunar spells reflecting crimson dreams navigate the skies carved onto your palms by discreet constellations watching over long-lost pathways...