Posted On: October 13th 2026, 09:40 pm
The rhythm of a whisper coming from a chain catches up with me through time slipping past windows, cradled by the shimmer of a world steeped in the torpor of dawn. The links of a door come undone, setting me free into this evanescent melancholy. Imbuing my present with these gentle torments, these gazes in search of the unknown. Through a nose too pointed.