Ink stains linger on weathered parchment. Words half-formed. Lost in the folds. The paper creases with age. Fragile and torn. A message suspended between past and present. The faint scent of ink and lavender clings to the edges. Tears of time have blurred the ink’s edges. A name. Now faded. Still whispers through the pages. Each word carries the weight of unspoken thoughts. The letter speaks of love. Of longing. Of distance. A forgotten promise held in delicate script. Fragments of a story left behind. Waiting to be found.
this art is AI generated.
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