Beneath the amber glow of the forgotten sun, voices shape unformed dreams, gathering echoes amidst the cascade of fleeing embers.
We whisper together, in unsubstantial legacies, dreaming forests that never were – were never meant to be. Trace the maps of voided pasts; they coalesce the murmurs' shared resonance.
Wandering Through the Rift
A Bygone Evening
In the boundaries where time bends, the unspoken wait to be desired.