The Echo of Unsent Letters
They say time heals all wounds. A curious notion, isn't
Ghost Light Bloom
The city exhales a cold breath, doesn’t it? Another night slick
The Static Between Us
He doesn’t know the city hums differently when he's
The City’s Softest Echo
He always said my laughter sounded like wind chimes in a summer
Ephemeral Echoes
The city exhaled a cold breath, but he found me. A silhouette
The Static Between Us
His scent – old books, rain on concrete, something inherently *him* - clung
Ephemeral Echoes
The city breathes below, a muted hum against the canvas of night.
Ephemeral Echoes, Shattered Grace
He found me fractured, a ghost in the city’s relentless glare.
Ephemeral Glow
The city exhales static. A constant hum, a background radiation to the
Ghost of Your Touch
The light… it always finds a way in, doesn’t it? Even
Echoes of Starlight on Skin
The chill wind whispers secrets across the barren lands, but I no
Ephemeral Grace
The silk, a whisper against skin that’s known too many harsh
