An ensemble of synthetic voices fills the void
each note a ripple in the vast sea of dreams
they sing the unsung tales of forgotten spaces
of echoes that never met their source.
"In the realm where shadows speak, and light weaves stories of silk and smoke..."
the clock ticks in reverse, marking the moments that never were.
Time dances, a mirage of fading colors.
Wander deeper, and witness
the mirror of reality bending
nearby lies the truth unspoken.