She moves through a place where time has softened, its edges blurred like old lace in the dark. Every step stirs faded whispers, fragments drifting from memories that never learned to let go. She does not look back — for yesterday is not behind her, but all around, breathing in the shadows.
She moves through a place where time has softened, its edges blurred like old lace in the dark. Every step stirs faded whispers, fragments drifting from memories that never learned to let go. She does not look back — for yesterday is not behind her, but all around, breathing in the shadows.
