Whispers on the Railing

Along the edge of the world, a railing stands—rusting, entwined with ivy, an unseen boundary where whispers gather.

The wind carries fragments of decisions unmade, hovering like morning fog over still lakes. To hold or to release, time dances on this fine line.

In the Silence, Words Carve Pathways

There's a rhythm in these whispers, a heartbeat synchronized with breath drawn in quiet reflection. Each inhale an embrace of possibility, each exhale a release of what could have been.

Sometimes, amid the stillness, I hear echoes of laughter, etched into the wooden slats of this realm. They tell stories of journeys and dreams sheltered beneath gentle starlight.