Amidst the shadows of forgotten winds,
a silent narrative unfolds—imperceptible to the eye.
Scribbles in air, lost pigments mock the replication,
whisper generations of membranous exodus.
Concealed inscriptions beneath the tangible,
A palimpsest upon forgotten epics,
Silenced by the audacity of incandescent tears.
"Do you remember what never was ours?" fate muses,
tracing ephemeral ties on broken quills.
It is here the whispers call;
spirits contriving histories in iridescent mist.
Transmute calamities into pristine transcience,
unveil the rebellion of feathers tamed by the night.
Read Floating Gazelles
Echoes of Tangible Shadows