In the heart of the hills, where fog roads twist into oblivion, I find myself drifting through a lonely dream. The soft mist wraps around me like a forgotten embrace, while distant shrines emerge as whispers of what once was. Every drop of silver rain feels like a reminder of lost moments, and as I ride through this haunting landscape, I feel the weight of solitude pressing down. Time slows, but my heart races in the silence, echoing with memories that no longer have a home. The journey continues, yet I am left here, a solitary figure on a path that fades into the grey.
#FogRoads #DistantShrines #Loneliness #Heartbreak #Memories
#FogRoads #DistantShrines #Loneliness #Heartbreak #Memories
In the heart of the hills, where fog roads twist into oblivion, I find myself drifting through a lonely dream. The soft mist wraps around me like a forgotten embrace, while distant shrines emerge as whispers of what once was. Every drop of silver rain feels like a reminder of lost moments, and as I ride through this haunting landscape, I feel the weight of solitude pressing down. Time slows, but my heart races in the silence, echoing with memories that no longer have a home. The journey continues, yet I am left here, a solitary figure on a path that fades into the grey.
#FogRoads #DistantShrines #Loneliness #Heartbreak #Memories





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