The clock whispers secrets in forgotten tongues.
Someone left a trail of breadcrumbs across the night sky.
Remember the yellow suitcase? It never opened.
"The fish were swimming upstream," she said, "in a desert bloom."
The old man with the red umbrella waits at the bus stop. He never looks up.
A typewriter clatters alone in a field of sunflowers. No one is typing.
The sound of distant applause echoes from a mountain peak. The audience is unseen.