Faded Dreams
In the corner of her mind, where shadows stretch and mingle, she found a whisper. It spoke of forgotten days, wrapped in the scent of jasmine and warm rain. The sound of laughter echoed, passing like a gentle breeze, leaving behind a trace of nostalgia. "Was it real?"
A door stood ajar, revealing a pathway shrouded in mist. She stepped through, her feet sinking into the soft carpet of moss beneath. Memories flickered at the edge of her vision, like fireflies teasing the darkness.
Walk further.
The clock ticked unevenly, counting moments that dripped like honey from a fractured jar. Each tick sent ripples through the fabric of her dreams, shaping and reshaping the scenes of her slumber. "Time bends here."
A solitary tree whispered secrets to the stars. Beneath its branches, she found solace in the silence, cradled by the gentle rustling of leaves.
Leave a message in the bark.
As dawn broke, colors spilled across the horizon, vibrant strokes on a canvas of possibilities. She awoke to the sound of waves crashing, the sea calling her name. "Another journey begins."