Time drips like ink upon the unseen canvas.
Ink Reverie, a world within where sound sleeps alongside shadows.
Midnight beckons with unspeaking hands.
Will you answer its silent call?

Echoes of the forgotten day cluster in corners.
As if Corners of Oblivion could be measured.
Amber lights flicker in remembrance.
Suspended, but not ceased.

Conversations undulate, timeless waves.
The ocean of unsaid lies beneath the surface.
Words borrowed from Echoes and Whispers.
Drowning or driftwood, which are you?