Whispers of the Void

In the stillness of a world that moved on without her, she remains a

quiet, lonely shadow. Her breath is a soft ripple in the frozen

air, a ghost of a life once lived before. The light catches

her edges, making her pulse with the weight of a thousand silent,

unspoken goodbyes. Time stretches thin here, where the edges of reality blur

into the soft mist of the morning. She is the memory of love.