Stardust on Skin
The rain tasted like static on my tongue, didn't it?
The Weight of Unseen Stars
The city exhales a cold breath, and I am left shivering in
The Weight of Unspoken Things
He found me sketching in the back alley behind the café, a
Suspended Moments
The city is muted from up here.
Just like the colors in
Fractured Bloom
The chipped porcelain of memory is all that remains, isn't
Ephemeral Echoes
The photograph arrived like a stray note from a forgotten melody, its
The Weight of Hours, The Stain of You
They say time heals all wounds. Liars.
This isn't healing,
Veridian Bloom
The rain tasted like ash tonight, another cleansing ritual the city wouldn&
Electric Bloom
The city had been a long winter, hadn’t it? A relentless
The Gilded Cage of Your Embrace
The city hummed a lonely tune outside, a stark contrast to the
The Weightless Echoes
He found me when the city held its breath, submerged in a
Stone Whispers and Forgotten Bonds
The air here tasted of ozone and old power, a rare commodity
