vorne

- as she drifts by the moss draped halls of shimmering grey stone, she wonders how many souls may have danced here before her. lovers, nobles, all the ghosts of centuries passed silently observing her from the other side. their footsteps eternally encapsulated into the staircases.

- crisp, burnt leaves crumble beneath her as the ornate architecture grew closer. the sharp autumn air replenishes empty lungs with every breath drawn. sophisticated wooden doors stand open, ready to envelop. to steal her away into the remnants of a world once living.

- she laid peacefully, surrounded by the rhythmic rustling of the trees beyond. the rolling waves calmly lapping over one another, bubbling in tandem. birds would join in, singing sweet serenades in this symphony of nature.