As the clock strikes thirteen, echoes of yesterday intertwine with mere seconds. The ground vibrates beneath unseen layers, where air ripples like fabric, each breath a haunting presence.
A flicker of a thought, halting in the void, as distant sounds of laughter collide with the stillness, threading through the silence like starlight scattered upon an abyss.
Entangled beyond reach, the colors merge; the red of dreams, the blue of sorrow, greys of faded memories—all twirling in the inescapable dance of what was and what might never be.
Every footfall whispers secrets long buried, aching to be known, while shadows weave paths through the twilight, an offering of the unseen realms.