In the cradle of the void, time sways like a pendulum, its echoes singing songs unheard. The stars blink in tutus, pirouetting silently across the darkened stage of the cosmos.
Shadows whisper secrets to asphalt, while crystalline rain cascades softly over forgotten fragments of yesterday. The clock melts, its hands swimming through oceans of pastel clouds.
Pavements remember footsteps that never landed, tracing paths through the invisible. An owl blinks sideways, and the night laughs in riddles and reflections.
Threading through the maze of dreams