The clock whispers that every second is an echo.
No one hears it but the ones who wait.
The clock whispers that every second is an echo.
No one hears it but the ones who wait.
THE SPELLBINDER
Rooted in quiet places, I craft worlds from glances, ghosts, and growing things.
I write from somewhere in the middle; not quite here, not quite there.
This is where I leave the door slightly ajar.
Welcome to the hush behind the veil.
WHISPERS
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