Golden Echoes
The rain in Manhattan rarely felt quite so… deliberate. It wasn’t
Manhattan Midnight
Echoes in Obsidian Sand
The salt spray tasted of regret, a familiar tang. It clung to
Echoes in Velvet Smoke
The smoke tasted faintly of sandalwood and regret, a familiar blend.
It
Salt & Shadowed Light
The salt spray tasted faintly of regret, a familiar flavor carried on
Echoes in Saltwater
The scent of salt mingled with the lingering ghost of tuberose – a