Always alone when the veil drops…

Crystals shiver and jingle in the breeze of an airless room.

A brittle shadow.

Blur of a fading spirit. Whisper of a borrowed dream.

Hope is a tease.

Beneath the worn floor pounds a heartbeat that survived hell.

Belief is paradise.

The scarred clock ticks and restarts time with a union of eternal souls.

…never really alone.