Words play on whispers, like shadows at dusk, fading echoes seeking their untold embrace.
“Reach”, she whispered, tracing the outline of an unseen horizon too close to touch,
yet forever beckoning.
The language of stars fell in sibilants, a lullaby for the lost traveler
seeking solace in syllables that bind the breath of twilight.
Ghosts of sentences swirl in the void, waiting...
To know the inked heartbeat of pages uncurling beneath centuries of dust,
scrawled with the ink of memories forgotten.
Would you, too, wish to decipher the parchment thin with illusion, heavy with truth?