Golden silence walks the narrow way β stones whisper what walls have seen. A lamp hums softly to the rhythm of footsteps long vanished, still near. Here, the night remembers.
Golden silence walks the narrow way β stones whisper what walls have seen. A lamp hums softly to the rhythm of footsteps long vanished, still near. Here, the night remembers.
Thatβs lovely Schlaaawiener, very honoured to have those words inspired by that shot πππΌ