Rainfall of Echoes
The city exhaled a perpetual grey. It clung to the windows, seeped
Amber Reflections
The light bled from the candle, a bruised apricot staining the wall.
Amber Glow
The rain hadn’t truly stopped, just softened to a persistent weep
Echoes in Neon Rain
The rain tasted of exhaust and something vaguely floral.
Like the last
The Weight of Smoke
The rain had been relentless all day. Like it always seemed to
Echoes in Static
The cobalt bled into her eyelids.
A silence sculpted by circuits, a
Echoes in Velvet
The city bled indigo.
Headphones, a bruised fruit against her temples.
Not
Indigo Echoes
The rain had been a relentless grey for days, mirroring the dull
Echoes of Neon Rain
The rain always felt like a memory here, didn’t it? A
Crimson Echoes
The rain tasted like regret. Not a sharp, stinging betrayal, but the
Crimson Echoes
The rain in this city always carries a particular weight, doesn’t
Crimson Bloom in Concrete Rain
The rain tasted like exhaust and regret.
I’d deliberately chosen the
