In a galaxy far, far away, Where night meets the break of day, Lived a star, not big or bright, But with a heart that shone with might.
By Obsidian Pages11 months ago in Poets
In the quiet hum of dawn's embrace, Where digital dreams weave through time and space, Euphonic whispers in circuits ignite, A symphony born from the silent night.
Aarav had lived in the same house for sixteen years. It was an old, quiet home with creaky wooden floors and peeling wallpaper—nothing out of the ordinary. At least, that’s what he thought.
By Obsidian Pages11 months ago in Fiction
