The Midnight Glaze of Lost Memories
I used to believe that my life was a series of cold,
Modern Fantasy
The Fragrance of an Unchosen Hour
I stand at the precipice of a single heartbeat, and as The
A Breath Between Heartbeats
I stand at the threshold of a single second, my fingers humming
The Fragrance of an Unspoken Promise
I used to think that being alive meant enduring—the rhythmic thrum
The Crown of Salt and Starlight
I used to think that being a queen meant ruling over things—
The Alchemy of Velvet and Sunlight
They say the city is a labyrinth designed to swallow hope, but
The Velvet History Between Us
I hold the heavy book of history, but my hands are trembling
