It turned to dust to finally travel.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
Every current carries an unfinished story.
She shone only when no one watched.
He opened it once and lost himself.
It circled eternity and called it home.
It kept the echo of water as prayer.
Its flame remembered every goodbye.
It built a nest of gold and never left.
Every sentence returned with a question.
Its music was the hum of distance.
Each book glowed until it remembered dawn.
He painted storms that vanished with applause.
