🌫️ The House at the Edge of the Field 🌫️
No path leads there yet some find it.
The grass parts without wind, and the crows do not flee.
The house breathes, though no one lives inside.
A single candle burns for those who remember what never was.
This piece from The Asylum’s Whisper lingers between dream and decay — where the forgotten call softly, and the silence answers back.
🕯️ Some doors open only for those who’ve already walked through them.
From The Asylum’s Whisper by Weeping Willow 🌕
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