Machinations of Weathered Time

2024 January #004. Weathered walls whisper tales untold, time's deft fingers peel back layers bold. Shadows cling to edges of light, dappled day succumbs to velvet night. A mosaic of memories, stained and worn, colors bleed where the fabric's torn. Rust and azure, a silent fray, ghosts of moments lost to yesterday. Echoes dance on a crooked stair, in hidden corners, secrets share. A world suspended, still yet alive, past and present in tandem strive. Forgotten windows, empty panes, drink the sorrows of soft rains. A city's heartbeat faintly throbs, as destiny's loom quietly sobs. Each crack, a chronicle in the stone, reverent pauses, time has sown. A canvas vast, in twilight's sigh, unseen threads through needle's eye. Lanterns flicker, a tender glow, amidst the ruins where dreams flow. Spectral bridges span the chasms deep, within the interstice, souls keep.