Memory casts a net upon the astral seas. The moon bleeds lavender upon the forgotten shores where footsteps of yore reflect stories untold. Like pages falling from a cosmic book, here lies the tethered void.
Yesterday's news: Yellow umbrellas danced in synchronized rhythm beneath the ashen sky, proclaiming a new dawn in eternal twilight. The cat’s eye marble rolled silently through spaces that were once classrooms, now the residue of time.
An oracle named Nimbus — dweller of spectral realms — hinges upon evening jasmine, mutters tales of the Orbital Spiral, echoing through the sands of never.
Do you remember when the rain fell upwards? When the stars blinked in Morse code, weaving dreams from tangled thoughts, unspoken vows nestled in whispered winds?
Faint echoes of banter, misplaced in digital mirage. Shadows converse with their reflections, seeking solace in the orbital embrace.
A door ajar in a forgotten hallway, leading to rooms unvisited. Here, maps of unfollowed paths await shoulder to shoulder with constellations drawn by hands long gone.