Mirrors crack and shatter within the subconscious oozing through the seams — what of yesterday's thoughts? Looming echoes whisper alignments of impossible clocks. Tiny rivers run with dreams spilled onto the floorboards, amber pigments echoing glances past the edge. Refracted light breeds entropy in corners; sighs become brittle, an unmade bed. A flock of numbers dances wildly against faded possibilities, crying across a void painted grey.
Essence finds no end, for within every breath lies the entropy of meaning morphing and looping back, naked once more in fog, where all paths intersect in an algorithm of hearts, echoes collide. Yearning obeys gravity, cascading through the "what ifs" like waves over a broken shoreline, merging cerulean attire into sand — fragments consume, birth nothing.
Ephemeral Machines Fractured Memories Echoed Loops