Ciphers of the Mind

The clock's whisper approached noon, yet time was irrelevant in this dimension where **figures danced silently** on the walls, casting shadows of **forgotten dreams**.

Crumpled notes scattered across the floor read like **enigmatic poems**, tracing outlines of **ancient thoughts**, forgotten but never lost.

Imagine a **chittering** noise, emerging from nowhere, yet it held the **answer** to questions that **never existed**.

In deep blue reveries, **key figures** emerged — glowing specters of **what has been**, **what could be**, and **what is never**. Follow the echoes to the hidden truths.

The walls scribbled messages, each line a pulse of forgotten consciousness, each dot an eternal tear in the tapestry of space-time.