Between heavy walls,the sky slips in like a forgotten memory,and birds carve freedomonto the fragile glass of time. A wanderer of shadows drifts,half-silhouette, half-echo,a traveler between worldsdrawn by the promise of flight. An airplane etches in the airthe geometry of modern escape,yet the true pathis known only to wings.
The silence is thick, not from absence but from reverence.Candles flicker like hesitant thoughts, unsure whether to burn or to retreat.The walls breathe centuries of longing, and still the air holds something fragile, unspoken. There, behind the colored glass, a soul rests. Not quite kneeling, not quite rising.Only listening.To the echo of rituals, to the shadows of dogma,to the idea that peace might live only within these carved and holy confines. But somewhere, a thread of light pierces through.And in […]