In the hush before a storm, the room holds its breath as if the air itself senses the gravity of
On a stage where every whispered word can crack the air, the room tightens like a drum before a storm.
In the breath between storms, when rain beads the windows like glass beads on a string and the city holds
In the hush before the storm, when rain draws ghostly lines down the windows and the city holds its breath,
In a world where every heartbeat seems wired to a careful lie, a storm gathers behind the eyes of a
In the hush before a storm, when the city seems to hold its breath, a figure moves through shadows with
In a world where whispered conversations cut deeper than any blade and secrets hide in the corners like cobwebbed truths,
In a world where fortune hides behind closed doors and every smile is a potential blade, a single night unfurls
In a world where every corridor breathes with hidden purposes and every murmur trembles with consequences, a plan takes shape
In a world where every shadow holds a whisper and every heartbeat drums a warning, a plan forms like frost