Its music was the hum of distance.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
Each book glowed until it remembered dawn.
He painted storms that vanished with applause.
Every drop whispered someone forgotten.
He walked brighter but felt less real.
You never wake — you only cross.
Its frozen skin hid a restless heart.
Even mountains listen when no one else does.
Every night she learned a new kind of silence.
He wrote darkness until it became gentle.
Eternity lives in the pause between seconds.
The sky listens better than the earth.
