The breadth of darkness expands, echoing the weight of silence in a world suspended amidst fleeting glimpses.
Sudden news brews like a thunderstorm in daylight: “Is the shape of our fears merely an exaggerated mirage?”
Light fractures against surfaces—
News Bulletins: The Collapse of Conversations. The absence of resonance resonates.
Ruminations: a fragmented web of thoughts spun through the mind's eye, reflecting the absence felt in every shadow.
While beneath shadows, questions linger; forgotten hints beneath staircases of understanding. What do rusted hinges whisper to the stillness?
"Whispers once heard, drift away like dandelions caught in the wind.” (the toothy truth)
Beneath the layers, a clock ticks erratically; its rhythm spurred by the vague dreams of a silently thrumming heart. Each boast an echo, a spectral dialogue unreeling.
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