Echoes from the Archways

In the corridor where light bends, a solitary rabbit polishes its pocket watch, indifferent to the ticking moments slipping between its paws. Suddenly, the door swings open and a parade of mismatched hats files in, each whispering secrets of the past.

Fading Echoes

Between the layers of sand, a compass spins wildly, searching for a star that no longer exists. An old man with a sand-tipped beard mumbles directions in a tongue long forgotten, his laughter a melody played on the strings of silence.

Lost Lullabies

Clouds made of velvet drift aimlessly, their shadows painting the ground with forgotten dreams. A child with eyes of stormy oceans kneels and whispers to the clouds, conjuring reflections of worlds unseen and tales untold.

Echoes of Echoes