The Clockwork Pulse of Solace
The sun is a gilded gear grinding against the horizon, casting long,
Gothic Romance
The Symphony of Ash and Oil
The black sand is but the powdered remains of forgotten empires, a
A Symphony of Rust and Azure
I drift through this labyrinth of glass and electricity, my pulse a
Symphony of the Crimson Gear
My heart is a cage of brass filigree, where copper pistons pump
The Rusted Pulse of Summer
My skin is a pale porcelain facade, a canvas upon which the
The Alchemy of Salted Silk
The brine tastes of copper and lost eras, each droplet clinging to
Echoes in Velvet
The mirror doesn’t reflect, it remembers.
A place where shadows hold
The Weight of Crimson Threads
They say eyes are windows, but mine have long been sealed shut,
The Weight of Unseen Stars
The city exhales a cold breath, and I am left shivering in
The Weight of Hours, The Stain of You
They say time heals all wounds. Liars.
This isn't healing,
The Gilded Cage of Sunlight
The salt spray kissed my skin, a pale imitation of the lifeblood
