Wandered through corridors of madness, past plummeting shadows and whispered dreams. A dance of sighs unspoken, we breathed the dusk-laden air, entwined in chaos.
How quaint is the beauty of decay, where love lurks in disarray, a tapestry of remorse woven, clothed in layers of blush and silent screams.
The ugliest truths hang heavy like neglected chandeliers, gradual deterioration revealing elegant fractures. Each splinter tells a story, refracted heartbeats caught in time's relentless edge.