In forgotten corners where light fears to tread, the whispers begin. They speak of realms tied by gossamer threads of dreams unfulfilled, aspirations left to idle in the crevices of abandoned thoughts. These tethered realities breathe, though only faintly, their sighs echoing in the solitude.
Shadows lie in wait, ready to unveil the tapestries woven of dusk and memoried silhouettes. Here, every glimmer is a fragment of eternity, every whisper a tether to what could have been. If only the light would linger longer, perhaps the reflections would coalesce into more than just phantoms of the periphery.
And amidst these shadows, questions arise without answers. What stories do these shadows carry? What worlds lie just a breath away, unseen but felt? Their murmurs are gentle, persistent, like the caress of a long-lost breeze.
Echoes | Fractured Whispers | Fragmented Embers