Vespere
@thearchivisthart.bsky.social
(An account made to promote the work-in-progress Hourglass trilogy)
“Folktales are important aspects of all cultures. One's culture is not truly forgotten until these stories are turned to dust.”
“Folktales are important aspects of all cultures. One's culture is not truly forgotten until these stories are turned to dust.”
The clock's whispers, a gentle guide,
To navigate the tide.
For time, a river, ever flows,
And in its current, beauty grows.
To navigate the tide.
For time, a river, ever flows,
And in its current, beauty grows.
April 5, 2025 at 3:36 AM
The clock's whispers, a gentle guide,
To navigate the tide.
For time, a river, ever flows,
And in its current, beauty grows.
To navigate the tide.
For time, a river, ever flows,
And in its current, beauty grows.
The future waits, a mystery,
A canvas blank for you and me.
So let us live, with open eyes,
And cherish moments, 'neath the skies.
A canvas blank for you and me.
So let us live, with open eyes,
And cherish moments, 'neath the skies.
April 5, 2025 at 3:35 AM
The future waits, a mystery,
A canvas blank for you and me.
So let us live, with open eyes,
And cherish moments, 'neath the skies.
A canvas blank for you and me.
So let us live, with open eyes,
And cherish moments, 'neath the skies.
The past recedes, a fading dream,
Reflected in a silver gleam.
The present holds, a fragile grace,
A fleeting touch, a smiling face.
Reflected in a silver gleam.
The present holds, a fragile grace,
A fleeting touch, a smiling face.
April 5, 2025 at 3:35 AM
The past recedes, a fading dream,
Reflected in a silver gleam.
The present holds, a fragile grace,
A fleeting touch, a smiling face.
Reflected in a silver gleam.
The present holds, a fragile grace,
A fleeting touch, a smiling face.
The hands advance, a silent race,
Across the dial's painted face.
A constant flow, a shifting scene,
Where youth and age intertwine between.
Across the dial's painted face.
A constant flow, a shifting scene,
Where youth and age intertwine between.
April 5, 2025 at 3:35 AM
The hands advance, a silent race,
Across the dial's painted face.
A constant flow, a shifting scene,
Where youth and age intertwine between.
Across the dial's painted face.
A constant flow, a shifting scene,
Where youth and age intertwine between.
Are you forgetting that she was my mother....
April 5, 2025 at 3:30 AM
Are you forgetting that she was my mother....
Yeah when she was like, three???
April 5, 2025 at 3:25 AM
Yeah when she was like, three???
You know, I didn't believe her when she said she knew french
April 5, 2025 at 3:23 AM
You know, I didn't believe her when she said she knew french
I feel like you keep becoming more and more unhinged...
April 5, 2025 at 3:19 AM
I feel like you keep becoming more and more unhinged...
@beyondstars.bsky.social She's joking, right?
April 5, 2025 at 3:15 AM
@beyondstars.bsky.social She's joking, right?
Just to clarify, this is a joke, right?
April 5, 2025 at 3:14 AM
Just to clarify, this is a joke, right?
You're lucky you get money, he doesn't pay William or I anything.
April 4, 2025 at 11:48 PM
You're lucky you get money, he doesn't pay William or I anything.
Now THIS is targeted
(Thanks for that.)
(Thanks for that.)
April 4, 2025 at 11:39 PM
Now THIS is targeted
(Thanks for that.)
(Thanks for that.)