The clock sang its songs at the edge of the world, yet the notes fell as rain upon silent oceans.

The whale dreamed of mountains, but the sky held no secrets except for its own shadows.

Have you ever question the ladder that leads nowhere but the ceiling of an unwritten poem?

Absurdist ramblings, yes! The chair spoke more than the man ever could, in whispers of fabric and wood.

Descent into the echo Hidden among the galaxies