The chair still waits, though no one returns. Cracks in the mirror hold the last thing you said. I touched the rope — not to follow, just to remember. This silence isn’t peace. It’s what stayed behind.
Forgotten shadows, cracked mirror dreams.
The chair still waits, though no one returns. Cracks in the mirror hold the last thing you said. I touched the rope — not to follow, just to remember. This silence isn’t peace. It’s what stayed behind.