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.