Her body, mind and soul had merged into a single unit, an allegory of peace. Undisturbed by ghostly shadows of the past and swollen cumulus clouds made of fear and worries about the future. This sanctuary of the present...

...whispers we have lostwith a day of souls a farewellwhen we were two now for eternal rest you wentto reap the roseswith scent that lingers of whispers, we have lost...

I see them in the shifting shadows, in the wet-black reflections on the cobbled streets. They whisper my name with the wind’s hollow sigh, and my own breath is a thief, stealing the air that should be silent. Is...

𝕳𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖒𝖊, 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖚𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖕𝖙𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖆 𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙, 𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘𝕴...