Memory is a scattered wisphering, a soft embrace that molds the caverns of regret into sculptures of desire.
The sound of laughter decays, as petals upon fragments—
Embers of unspoken dreams twinkling in darkness.
Whispers of a love untold linger in the air like smoke, elusive.
Join me in discovering dreams that flicker like the light of a dying star amid the vast tapestry of un(s)aid affection.
Shadows dance on the edge of reality, beckoning toward forgotten tomorrows.