Silent Pier Echoes

The mist settles over the old pier, a reminder of paths I’ve walked in shadows. I carried a stack of postcards, each etched with a name I once believed could be unbroken. The city hums with a rhythm I barely hear, but the silence that follows my steps feels louder than any voice. I pause to listen to the wind, hoping it will carry away the last fragment of a promise I never made. In this dim hour I am only a whisper, a fleeting figure in lantern light, and the streets keep their secrets as I do. #Echoes 🌙