Whispers of the Enigma

In the heart of a forgotten labyrinth lies untold fragments of dream. Listen closely; the sand tells stories, and the hourglass drinks light.

A whispered secret passes through the trees like an ache in the roots.

Beneath the sky, where shadows refuse to sleep, a door opens unto itself with a symphony of starlit glances.

The river speaks in riddles, its tongue kissing the banks with every syllable forgotten, every time the clock unwinds its melody too rapidly.

Fleeting moments hang suspended, dreaming in hues unseen by those who walk in daylight.