Within the shadows of forgotten alleys,
whispers trace echoing patterns on the pavement,
like the indecipherable notes of a long-lost tune.
Kaleidoscopic visions dance on the edge of perception,
weaving through the fabric of ordinary lives,
glimpsed reflections in polaroids of sun-drenched afternoons.
Walk through the mist where old bridges meet
the horizon's end, a place untethered from clockworks,
where every footfall stirs the dust of ancient memories.