The Gilded Cage of Dust and Desire
I am not the ghost you see in your rear-view mirror, but
Fantasy Art
Amber Resonance
The ochre bleeds into the umber, a slow dissolve of yesterday’s
The Forest Remembers
She watches, doesn't she? The way the light catches on
Ephemeral Bloom
The rain tasted of ash that day, much like everything else. He
The Gilded Cage of Your Embrace
The city hummed a lonely tune outside, a stark contrast to the
Echoes in the Stellar Bloom
The city breathes, a bioluminescent coral reef rising towards the star-strewn currents.
Ephemeral Echoes in the Rustling Leaves
The moss breathes, a slow pulse against cold metal.
A forgotten god,
Ephemeral Resonance
The glyphs shimmered, not on a screen, but in the condensation of
