The illuminated puddles reflect dreams, as voices collide in raucous symphony. Crickets laugh, rain replies, a glistening dance across crumpled lifelines.
The spirit of such elasticity—ennui twisted, loquacious trinkets of thought bubble-gumming the sky's opacity. Clotheslines strung long represent eccentric lines of frantic prose.
Scribbles run like rivulets through cracked sidewalks, trailing each phantom passerby. Can you taste the melancholy in the air? Here’s to banishing common sense beneath the cans of sardines!
Find dots of color drowned in grayscale laughter—hold on to the dreamflotsam! Uncap the odd illumination as synchronization pulsates in the distance. Or murmur with shadowbeasts in midnight's embrace.