In the beginning, shadows danced on the walls of ancient clocks, whispering secrets of time in reverse. Have you ever tasted the color of silence?
Once, a giraffe spun in circles, its neck stretching into infinity, counting the stars that fell. There were contradictions clothed in velvet.
Echoes of forgotten conversations lingered in the air as rabbits played chess without pawns. The winding staircase led nowhere in particular, yet everywhere at once.
The ground below trembled with laughter, as fishes took flight beneath an orange moon. Did the tree ever speak in fragments to the soul, or were those merely shadows?