Lost Sanctuary

whispersong, silent fragment, stitched together in moonlight's embrace, nebulous images whirling as the clock unwinds... sands of time slipping silently through a broken hourglass, each grain a memory not yet formed, or perhaps long forgotten.

watchful shadows gather under the canopy of dreams, eyes unblinking, listening to the tales that wind through this hallowed, forgotten space—where memories take root in the fertile soil of what could be...

a sanctuary for lost words, a cathedral of unspoken thoughts, the echo of laughter fading into the tapestry of silence... do you hear it too? the rustle of leaves, a sigh caught on the breath of a passing comet, a whisper like a secret told to the night sky.