In the twilight, voices dance upon the edge of memory, whispering secrets in forgotten tongues. Shadows of intentions flicker and fall, leaving trails of luminescence.
The color blue was always mentioned, yet never seen. Just outside reach, a carousel of thoughts spins, each one a weld of intertwined yesterdays and tomorrow’s promise. Seek them not, let them find you.
The clock reverses and a silent melody lingers in the ether. Dreams play like old recordings, their static hum coating the truths best left unsaid. Are those footsteps, or just echoes of your own imagination?
Fragment: Remain silent when they speak of light, seek instead the subtle darkness that hums. – Unknown origin, perhaps yourself, echoing in a past life.
Perhaps it's time to explore further, where clarity gives way to mystery, and what is known yields to the unknown.