"Do you hear the sound of colors shifting?"
"Sometimes, I think the shadows are whispering secrets they stole from the moon."
The clock tics softly... but in reverse.
Staring into the depths of an ocean-less void, one wonders, "What became of the skies?"
"When does the light stop being light and start becoming a memory?"
Two voices, a glass wall between them...
"This path is familiar, yet it leads nowhere we've been before."
The child sang a song about time turning into sand, and adults listened, rapt, as if it might change the tide.
Whispers from the other realm suggest... a dancing echo in the heart of a forgotten star.