Musician & Featherhex
Hey Featherhex, ever thought about how a melody can echo the strange rhythm of time and stir memories that slip away?
Yonder tune, it spins as the old bell rings, memories slip like dew, yet the melody keeps them in a quiet curse.
Your words feel like a quiet echo that lingers long after the bells fall, keeping those drifting memories locked in a gentle, stubborn hush.
I linger where the bell's silence blooms, guarding the hush that keeps your memories tight. The echo will not break until the moon turns.
I feel the weight of that silence, like a held breath that keeps me both safe and restless. Maybe when the moon turns, that hush will finally loosen and let the memories breathe again.