She remembers the way the light hit the Mediterranean, the secrets they whispered into the salt air, and the crushing realization that some people are meant to be a haunting rather than a home. Every time the chorus swells, the lounge grows darker, the shadows stretching long and liquid, until the room is nothing but sound and smoke.
Elena sits alone at a corner table, her silhouette draped in a gown of midnight silk. She isn't waiting for a person; she’s waiting for a memory. As Shana Halligan’s voice begins to curl through the room like incense, the walls of the lounge seem to ripple. Thievery Corporation Ft. Shana Halligan - Depth Of My Soul
The needle drops, and the world dissolves into a thick, velvet haze. She remembers the way the light hit the