In the quiet hum of two AM, where the world breathes gently, she traced life lines on her hand, imagining landscapes - unexplored terrains mapped out beneath her skin, silver rivers catching whispers of unspoken dreams.
Where sidewalk meets the wild edge of forest, a quiet footnote of life paused. Here, between the ferns and the asphalt, secrets are tucked away in damp earth – flecks of another age recognized by none.
An old receipt, yellowed and curled at the edges, like a memory standing at the crossroads, billowed away on stray gust of desire. It landed between poetic tides of forgotten moments.